this place

i am sick of this place
i come back to it every day
five days a week

i cant stand the sight of your face
i thought that youd stayed pure all those days
and that thought is making me weak

you talk like you have kept your pace
but your bed is litered with sex and black lace
your breast cupped in his hand your thigh on his cheek

i know i know i shouldnt say
but i am the same way
and ill keep coming back for more