Lover I Don't Have To Love - Bright Eyes

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Now it's two o'clock-
The club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me;
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before


I want a lover i don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where is the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and i can't seem to get full
I need some meaning i can memorize
The kind i have always seem to slip my mind


But you..
But you...
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt

Do you like to hurt?
I do, i do
Then hurt me...