cover my in anything you'd have   on me   curl my teeth with bitter smiles   and cigarettes   torture me and let me watch    you as you fuck him   bury in love until i suffocate      'cause it's easier to make love   than to crawl across the floor   and beg for more      after all, this cold i'm sure won't   last for long   the bible thumpers on each corner   turn to drink   they only do it to avoid the   freezing cold   their mother chase them out of bars   and down the street      'cause it's easier to hide from   than it is to face reality   each day