{SPOKEN INTRO]
G: "Hey Russell!"
R: "What's up, Gracie?"
G: "I just gotta tell you about this guy I met!"
R" "Ooooh! Do tell!"
G: "He's got luscious curly locks and incredibly interesting opinions about the films we see. He's got a Russian literature PhD!"
R: "But does he have a therapist?"
G: "He says he's looking."
R: "Oh brother, not again!"
I wanna lick the floor when you spill your guts
I wanna pull in close when you push and shove
I wanna hear about your daddy issues
If you need to cry I'll be your tissue
Wanna stare into your sunken eyes
I wanna feel your tears drip down my thighs
I wanna hear about your new addiction
'Cause I need the tension, need the friction
Trauma fetish
Got me scratching out my eyeballs waiting for your phone call
Trauma fetish
If I'm busy licking your wounds then I won't feel mine at all
I like the way you smell when you haven't showered
I like the way you taste when you're full of shit
Your tears are like lube to me, baby
I just can't get enough of it
I'm tied up in you
I'm tied up too tight
I know you're hitting rock bottom, baby
Hit this rock bottom tonight