Think i'll wear it on my sleeve Or underneath my sheets I don't ever wanna be The men who touched me Laugh to myself in my car Seeing shadows in the dark Feelings condomless and forced It was good but was coerced It was good but was coerced We went to the corner store 17 and 24 I bought protection for your drawer My memory's a train wreck but my body Is a canvas and a map for my demons and my bad habits He moved in me, they all moved in me Like a comma on a page Now i'm older than my age Think i'll wear it like a cross I am deviant and smart I am patiently naive Feel their pattern then they leave Cry to myself in my sleep It was all just a bad dream Push my finger though my palm Repeat it daily like the hook of your favorite song That you've grown to hate Darling please make it good Make it hurt like i knew you would