The 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