In a dream, there's a boy
Twice my age, and maybe more
His hands are cut like stone
And I don't know what he's doing
But he's inside of me
In a car, on the lot
After a movie with my mom
Are the words that won't sting
They'll just burn and keep burning
He's still inside of me
My knees are weak, my anger's thick
My bones are brittle, my body's sick
And all I've ever known
Is when I fuck, I fuck to prove him wrong
I know, you know
I saw, you saw
Your hands in Portland, Oregon
Baby, in the car last night
Were you gonna pick a fight
Lover, I will count to three
Say a little prayer, you'll leave
By the time our friends arrive
Will the cuts have cauterized?
Maybe you can open them
Let it leak out a bit
My knees are weak, my anger's thick
My bones are brittle, my body's sick
And all I've ever known
Is when I fuck, I fuck to prove him wrong
When I was young there was a boy
Twice my age and maybe more
His hands were cast like stone
And he practiced what he learned
Inside of me