She's Teaching

She's just another ho you love
She's just another ho you love
She's teaching you how to love
She's teaching you
She's teaching

I've been hidden, I've been a witness
I've been forgiven for doing nothing wrong, for being a woman
I've been called a ho, and they never even touched me
I've been called a slut just because I ain't ugly
Did I speak without stuttering, or did I stutter?
Moving me like I'm moving you, lover
It's moving day, can't you see my thoughts are all packed up
Like waterfalls of leftover socks and panties and a toothbrush

Looking over my shoulder
Longing like the eclipse is a tongue on a sucker with my butterfly clips
Holding back my baby hairs with no care in the world
My mind can take you somewhere new, but you're still wearing those old Jordan shoes
My mind doesn't care what you look like
You could be the love of my life, whoever you are, and it would look right

She's just another ho you love
She's just another ho you love
She's teaching you how to love
She's teaching you
She's teaching

I lay awake at night right now, so I pick up my phone
I had no one to talk to, my one person wasn't even home
I'm not writing to you to tell you something that rhymes or keep you alive
I'm writing to you because other than this, I truly am alone
In a deep, quiet abyss

And when I realize that there's no one else but me and my skin and blood and bones
That's when I really start to feel good inside
Like a structure in a riptide
Not built on sand, not built on hands
Stretched out, holding me up, but built on rock