Trapped in a memory To confront a graze of skin Why's everything that I do Always come back to this? It's not a wound I'll escape through Back in our bedroom The walls were just too thick No one could hear to care when I Could never sleep at night Her absolution came through saturnity And he might not have killed no one But she made up for it Inherit, like her trust fund Cruelty, getting what she wants By any means, a sense of greed Destined to small spaces Backed up into my station I was ashamed to be like me So I tasted everything she had And it made me so sick I'm more than happy being trash Back when I was only 17 I'd never seen Georgia She'd fly me out to get fucked Beset, I was never enough Still shoulder shame deep inside Destined to small spaces Backed up into my station I was ashamed to be like me So I tasted everything she had And it made me so sick I'm more than happy being trash I can't remember the love Between bouts of crying And now it's never enough If I can't tell you why I'm crying