The mold on the pie

Begins on a single piece

Blood rushes to the surface

Appealing for release

Rich honey inside of his cheek

From his pinching, pinching teeth

The confrontation

The retreat

What works for you don't always work for me

What hurts like rock, feel it break like glass

Is there a cure for it? There is a story in that

What works for you don't always work for me

My arm is scarred violet

I can't stop the words

When he's scared, he's mean

We go to war, go to war in a week

I'm too big for a girl

When I smell, I reek

The confrontation

The retreat

What works for you don't always work for me

What hypnotizes you, well, that excites me

What turns you on, that pisses me off

What works for you don't always work for me

The mold on the pie

Begins on a single piece

Blood rushes to the surface

Appealing for release

Rich honey inside of his cheek

From his pinching, pinching teeth

The confrontation

The retreat

What works for you don't always work for me

What hurts like rock, feel it break like glass

Is there a cure for it? There is a story in that

What works for you don't always work