The bubbles reach the surface of your watery new home
The pastel fragrance stains the room of where you made her moan
Evidence to take your air and force it through the pain
Evidence to hold your life and let it slip away
(Pre Chorus)
Made her cry
It cuts her nice
(Yeah)
I photographed and silenced you by sewing shut your mouth
And held a candle close enough to put the fire out
Evidence of what you did of what you never do
Evidence for pleasuring myself I torture you
(Yeah)
(Pre Chorus)
Made her cry
It cuts her nice
(Chorus)
Well I won your sinking in
Won