Vice

Tell me
Tell me I’m sacred-
that I’m more than the bodies
of the people you’re not sorry about
I’m losing
I’m losing the argument
that I’m more than the moments
the quick fixes that make you feel good
for now, for now
for now
Every secret you keep grows my garden of agony
I’m going home
tell your mum thanks for having me
I guess I’m not worth trading your vice
The worst
The very worst part of this
is I’d do this again
if I could pretend
it won’t happen again and again
again
Every secret you keep grows my garden of agony
I’m going home
tell your mum thanks for having me
I guess I’m not worth trading your vice