DIVORCÉ
Marielena Cartagena
Do you love it
Your vanity plate written on my face
Do you love it
When I stay in my place
When you step in my grace
Measure your neck with the tip of my tongue
Holy like a god I think I wanna sin some
Recognize the flesh the scent of her still on
When I fall asleep text her she turns you on
You're hard wired to the game
To spark and no fraying
Runaway from me
But you still ride with me
Why do you lie to me
It's in your eyes I see
You hate it
Everyday I swallow my pride
Everyday there's something new to hide for you
You hide from you
I hide for you