The Growing Room Rock Star Porn Star lyrics

Rock Star, Porn Star

When I'm here, when I'm gone
You are cursing up a storm
Baby I don't need your shit anymore
I go right, you go left
Cross my fingers, oh so tightly
All the way around your neck
Caught up on complications
Your words bring aggravation
You've got the nerve to let me know
You're a rock star, porn star
A lady with some curves
Want your own bar, fast car
New designer purse
No matter what I do
I can't convince you to let me let you go

You're killing me, you're killing me
Killing me slowly
I'm sincere when I say
That I'm dying every day
Still you wanna keep on bleeding me out
There's no phrase to explain
Every single ounce of pain
Still you keep me coming back
You keep me coming back
You treat my heart like a new disease
You're walking on me like I don't mind it
You want me feeling like I'm falling on the pavement
If you don't want to use me
Baby, you are quiet confusing