This Thing

This thing sits in it's room all day This thing can't seem to stay awake This thing struggles to masturbate This thing should have learned how to break This thing looks like a vampire It's friends dance like they're on fire This thing crawled back inside of her This thing is an honest liar This thing might have a disease This thing thinks it's a mystery It's friends, they all have history But it's friends don't seem as broke as me Should this thing learn how to love Or should this thing stay safe above Coz some day that won't be high enough Some day nothing will lift it up This thing's the fruit left on the stalk This thing would leave if it could walk This thing would speak if it could talk But this thing is poisoned by thought This thing, it hides in the shower This thing lies in there for hours This thing is a dirty flower This thing is growing sour This thing has always been This thing will always be This thing has always been This fucking thing in me This thing has always been This thing will always be This thing has always been This thing is fucking me This thing This thing This thing This thing