Surviving Yesterday

Song about losing your virginity to an "evil" person

How fast your heart does pound
As I drive my rusty knife deeper in
Only to hope you’d make a sound
That would make me certain of my fowl sin

Press yourself hard against my lips
so that were Closer to our miserable end
Closer to our miserable black hips
Almost there now just tell me when

This finished product of glassy love
Sits upon your empty, white chest
Hoping that you gave me enough
Of what you consider to be the best

Know clean up your tears of regret
For this moment you will never forget