Everyday I Die (gary Mix)

The problems of need

I need you

Obscene dreams in

Rusty beds

No-one came here

Tonight

I pulled on me

I needed to

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hand

Everyday I die

Her favourite trick was to suck me inside

Oh so very art nouveau

Completely false feelings of love.

I don't know.

No-one knows but that died years ago