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allone (usa) - therapy sessions كلمات الأغنية

i know what you’re thinking
that you know what i’m thinking
well i want you to know
that you know what i want
and i want you to think
that i think that i want you

her young limbs are sleek
save for scar bumps scissors leave
i deceive, dismissing these as uninteresting
and keep on kissing
her tongues flitting like something slithering
the bulb’s fl!ckering
nearly blackout drunk binging
before jumping in the sheets
but she insisted in l-sts divulged whispering
who am i to come in between her and i?
come satisfy her needs and size her up
i rush in between thighs to indulge instantly
it’s dark, i feel the p-ssion, incisors bites, grips
but can’t see the point or who i’m with
i feel like she changes when the lights dim
my wits no match for hers
when that fire fl!cks in her iris
feral force of a feline
but her canines pinch my skin when i’m in
can’t help but feel slightly sick
at the implied crime’s ptsd
hiding deviously like
landmines in her violence
incessantly sensing she’s in love
who am i to deny it?
it’s nicer than silence
i admit i kinda like it
burgeoned motions, simply s-x with
burdened senses, synesthetic
blurry motives, sympathetic
birds and stone, sin aesthetic
burn emotions cinder ethics
ascetic, alarming, pathetic, cathartic
especially when she, in ecstasy bends and screeches
when she peaks, pleasured, forgetting depression
relieved of s-xual tension, everything’s better
and i leave alone sweaty and scented
with perfume chemicals and her pheromones
my head is pr-ne to pensively messy messages
collecting cold dubious thoughts for me on an autumn eve
after another of these oddly successful therapy sessions

well, what do you think? i need to know
well, what do you know?! i want to need
well, what do you think? i want to know
well what do you know?! i need to think

he isn’t exactly the type i’d categorize as my fantasy guy
but examining, he looks at me like he’s captured a prize
i flash him the bedroom eyes, spread my thighs
room is spinning, swig the whiskey, drink me blind
dim the lights, he begins to try to protest
m-ffled, as i bring his lips to mine
isn’t the party hardy fitness guy
naive, pretty nice, funny i let him in my life
the one part he hardly fits inside
listen, i don’t mind kiss and tell
but you tell so much we’ll never kiss!
no offense but kid, i don’t need a therapist
you’re no knight in shining armor, i’m no damsel in distress
lit the candles, vicious s-x
though at times we’re on a couch, no need for -n-lyst attempts!
nor will i candidly confess
yeah you scan my skin and wince
are you here for bed or conversation?
i’ve had better conversation
i bet our conversation’s hollow ain’t it?
s-x is our arrangement:
make your entrance and then enter and two exits
friends with benefits without the benefits of friendship
sure the closeness i seek refuge in
it isn’t love by why refuse it?
i keep using the word cause
he’s dependent and needs to feel he’s rescuing
he “wants to help” oddly condescending
talking for a length and drops a lot of questions
before he probes me, probes me ’bout depression
all it takes to get him off my case, i hardly say a sentence
silence is a springboard for philosophies he’s kept in
for all his intellect, lacks awareness that he’s starving for attention
here to volley for affection, i bring his body to attendance
lost in lasciviousness, giving this miss
mustered l-ster l-st for, mister skivvies amiss
a mask of mussed hair a mist of musk amidst a mess
bringing him in close so he can bring me closer
witching hour full moon…i’m liking that for me!
i am beauty and the beast (lycanthropy)
bite scratch and screech, snarling out the tension
partly out of breath, coital carnal carnival intentions
get on the ride, i’m charging for this session
as the door shuts closed, i shudder from the autumn cold
his body scent lingers, he wore cologne
therapy session over, what’s he thinking as he’s walking home?

well, what do you think? i need to know
well, what do you know?! i want to need
well, what do you think? i want to know
well what do you know?! i need to think

i know what you’re thinking
that you know what i’m thinking
well i want you to know
that you know what i want
and i want you to think
that i think that i want you

- allone usa

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