Interchange Station from Railway by Pyrophoria

Can't get the smell of you out of my bed
Do I fuck as good as you dread?
You never came as fast as you fled
Did you want the others still instead?
Who put the idea in your head?
I said I love you, and you turned red
(I wish I was dead)

You were just a mistress, child
I was just a girl exiled

Go to sleep, little girl, get in bed
You left on a Monday as I pled
All along I played to be bled
My predescesors can fucking drop dead
Have you learned nothing from what I have said?
I learned a lot from seeing red
(I wish I was dead)

You were just a mistress, child
I was just a girl exiled

She's leaving with that smile
I'm jumping the turnstile
I'm stumbling down the aisle
The train is leaving all the while
And I can't see home for miles
I can't see home for miles

You were just a mistress, child
I was just a girl exiled

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