You make hurting so much fun to me now
I bet you love it more than you let on
Releasing all that anger, all the stress
wrapping your hands around my throat
squeezing until your knuckles turn white
pushing the air back down into my lungs
making my face turn red and then pale
taking the life right out of me
you laugh when I gasp for that last breath
I can never get that last fucking breath
it tries to come out but you won't allow it
and then we're both on my bed
having sex fueled by rage and frustration
from all the teasing you've done
to all the bad things I've said
you're arching your back
and my face is dripping with sweat
your anger transfers through to me
running through my veins, shocking
so we're done, and I'm having a cigarette
you hate when I smoke
so take it away from me
and burn out my eyes.