Текст песни Three Words After Sex. - moons.

How many times have we been left on read?
Save your strength for sex
How many times have we been lied to just to make amends?
Aren't you tired?
I'm so tired of the two-face compulsion
If she wants two keys I want one

Whatever happened to those three words,
those three words after sex?
Simple attire on the floor sitting patiently by the bed
It feels like ecstasy this time but just like always it never lasts
Not like the voices do, I still can't get them out my fucking head

Oftentimes I'm at a graveyard five past midnight to clear my head
And if it's cold outside you'll find me locked in the darkness tucked in bed
Simplified my therapist cleared me but clearly, I never left
So how many memories, memories, (remember) have I left?

Now it's me and my guitar and my scars and a check
I'm immune to all the bullshit, the torture, I know your scent
Cause' my mind is filled with hatred
Enough that I wished you bled
I hope you remember me
Remembering those three words after
Now it's me and my guitar and my scars and a check
I'm immune to all the bullshit, the torture, I know your scent
Cause' my mind is filled with hatred
Enough that I wished you bled
I hope you remember me
Remembering those three words after sex