Virgin Rock

you didn’t, so don’t tell me that you tried so hard
no, you didn’t try at all
you’re sorry you missed my call
i hate this new form of communication
only reason we conform is for fornication;
but isn’t everything?
we all had something we were interested in
but we lost sight of it at the age of thirteen
when the puberty and pharmaceuticals set in
doctor, fix me
they didn’t, told me that they tried so hard
so i’m not good for you right now
you’ll look for my love next fall
you tell me off like i’m some sort of lover;
why, what do you take me for,
some sort of first-class whore?
you tried to sew me up, my stitches falling out
revealing spine i crave
i traced my blood; was leaking