Hurt

Those things you thought that were obscene
Will quickly become your routine
And he invited you over
An addict quickly gets indressed
With something ot get off her chest
You made a trade 'cause you're sober
And it stings to remind you
Of all that's behind you
But i don't want to lose you right now...
'cause they say it gets better before it gets worse
You know it gets better, so of course it gets worse
Your body's made of dollar bills
You'd spend them all on some cheap thrill
But what when you're older?
You stuck a point into your arm
But did you contemplate the harm?