He kissed me with his hands around my neck,
Laid there drowning in his sweat.
And as his steps got further away,
I prayed it was the end
Telling me to hold on,
But his skin felt like scales,
His voice was a poison vapor,
Sliced my lips up like paper,
And stapled them,
Closed again.
And stapled them,
Closed again.
Just when I thought I had relief,
You turned belief into disbelief,
Silenced by his beer-soaked tongue,
Choking my lungs.
Telling me to hold on,
But his skin felt like scales,
His voice was a poison vapor,
Sliced my lips up like paper,
And stapled them,
Closed again.
And stapled them,
Closed again.
Hold on, Hold on
How to ask mama to the clinic,
Without telling the whole story,
Of how I felt you in me
Of how I felt you in me
And then you told me
To hold on,
But your skin felt like scales,
Your voice was a poison vapor,
Sliced my lips up like paper,
And until now,
Afraid to say how,
And until now,
Afraid to say how.

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