come on come on

take it like a man
lie straight through your teeth.
going through everything trying to find a word
that rhymes with hate
(every) obligatory "dont worry dolly,
you won't feel a thing."
walking down the pews
nervously
confessing to everything shes done
judging on her innocence
she's pretty damn guilty if you ask me.
but it's too late now
she waited
and waited
and wanted you to know she was still there
holding up the flag of
"im still here"
remember me?
you love to hate her
but she hates to love you.