Showerhead by Eve 6

Written by max collins



Cheap shot hocked to the ear drum
Is it some sick sign of affection
Violated and signed with deciet
Disgust from my head to my hands to my feet yeah
Your face it gives a foul taste
Whatever smiling crying or denying
I see your motives and you're charged with fraud by me
So take a hint and leave

I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did injoy and ecstasy your eyes begin to water

And if i may stop by when you're living in the next town ten years down the road
A good time for a dime and a crushed cigarette
Making bets with your body on the avenue
Look into my eyes you say and you'll see nothing but sincerity
Almost as if you've got some hope that you'll enlighten me
You're a head case story

Just trust me you said