Meaningless

I still smell of sweat
Still the scent of my giving in
Try to feel regret
But I want it to stay on my skin
I still fantasize
Close my eyes to be wrong again
Still those fuck-me eyes
As I'm licking the palm of my hand

(x2) How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away?
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mine

I still smell of sex
Still her taste on my fingertips
Try to feel remorse
But it's hard with her wet on my lips

(x2) How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away?
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mine

I need something of my own
Something with a locked door
A room just for me alone
Something that I can control

I need something of my own
I need something cutting to the bone
I need something that is mine
If that must be guilt, then fine

(How the hell)

I wanted something nice, but fine
This guilt is a hole but it's mine
I wanted something nice
This guilt is a hole but it's mine!