Sweet Nothings from Sweet Nothings by Confyde

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes
To keep you burning for their illusive taste

There’s no rule they won’t bend
To manufacture your consent

You can’t look in the mirror with your eyes to the floor
And see who’s keeping you begging for more
Over and over they will take what they want
You’re nothing but their filthy little peasant

As you get away with murder
I’m screaming “Now choke me harder”

No amount of hard work will ever please them
On your knees
You release
Your inner appeaser
Swallowing every word that they put in your mouth
They fill you up until you make no sound

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes
To keep you burning for their illusive taste
Cold sweet nothings is all you’re ever fed
To keep denying the grip around your neck

The night was impassable and they were your guide
Now their decrees become the way, the truth and light
Desperate for meaning you forgot your own song
And then it wouldn’t be long
Until all that remains
Are the notes you don’t play

You’ll push past my safe word every time
And I’ll make excuses “I’m doing just fine”

“I’m so sorry for bleeding out on your bed”
As they’re locking the door and leaving you for dead
But you’ll still throat the gun
And let them have their fun
Begging to join them and eclipse the sun

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes
To keep me burning for your illusive taste

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes
To keep you burning for their illusive taste
Cold sweet nothings is all you’re ever fed
To keep denying the grip around your neck

There’s no rule they won’t bend
To manufacture your consent

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