Lying here with you
Quest’ning all the stains
Smiling awkwardly at the guile on your face
And these are the moments I think “God why am I alive?”
And these are the moments that I’m glad you’re not my wife
I know all you’ve waited for
But I could not ask a whore

Hooking nine to five
Claiming you serve wings
Everyone you “served” is now laughing at me
These are the moments; I know why men slit their wrists
And these are the moments, You deserve ovarian cysts
It’s a ring you’ve waited for, yeah
But I could not ask a whore

I could not ask a whore to live life together
Could not ask a whore with homemade tattoos
For every stare I’ve en countered
There is a John that’s seen you nude
Yeah, right here in this moment, I think you gave something to me
Oh, your gifts just keep giving
Oh-oh, Ouch!

And these are the moments I thank God I’m just alive
And these are the moments that I think I might survive
But if I scratch it itches more
And I could not ask a whore

I could not ask a whore to live life together
Could not ask a whore with homemade tattoos
For every stare I’ve en countered
There is a John you’ve welcomed nude
Yeah, right here in this moment, I know you gave something to me
Ah, the burning when I pee

Could not ask a whore, cuz I know you gave things
That penicillin couldn’t cure
And I could not ask a whore
Whore