More

Am I not enough
When I give my whole heart to you
Gently used

Lies on your tongue
I can barely taste it
But not a drop is wasted

Bring shit up that’s irrelevant
It’s evidence
I know you hate it

Leaving me alone at 3 a.m.
I’m not your friend
And you know better

(But I know you)
Got a lot of shit to say
But don’t know how to put it
I know you’re going through it

But damn, why you gotta put me through it too?
I’m used to being used
I just thought that you were different

On the floor, hurting but begging
For more of your love

On the floor, hurting but begging for more of your love

On the floor, hurting but begging
For more