Everyday I Die

problems of need i need you
obscene dreams in rusty beds
no one came here tonight
i pulled on me i need to

i unstick pages and read
i look at pictures of you
i smell the lust in my hands
everyday i die

her favorite trick was to suck me inside
oh so very art nouveau
completely false feelings of love i don't
no one knows but that died years ago

i unstick pages and read
i look at pictures of you
i smell the lust in my hands
everyday i die

die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die