She's Not my Girlfriend

Her heart is in my hand, it shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the tiny lump
that's down inside her throat it goes: suck, suck.
Her face is inside out, an open book report,
I read what she's about, and she's filled with words that hurt
it goes: suck, suck.
Her head is in my lap, it twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp, it hangs and swings like swollen strings
she just suck, suck.
Sometimes I want her in, sometimes I want her out,
My perception of sin, is filled with pain
and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend, I'm not who you think I am.
Her clothes are on the ground, a crumpled
rainbow mass,
She's scattered all around,
and she's scattered now like broken glass
it goes: suck, suck.
Sometimes I want her in, sometimes I want her out,
My perception of sin, is filled with pain
and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend, I'm not who you think I am.