He knows how to use me.
With every touch and rub,
every pinch and pull.
He knows how to use me.
The games he plays with my body,
he loves to cheat.
He knows which pace to go.
He knows the moves to take.
He knows how to use me.
Should I gamble with him?
Will he own every piece of me?
Should I forfeit to him?
He knows how to use me.
I get in position,
he moves me off my game.
One touch and I’m a goner,
he knows how to play the game.
He knows how to use me.
I was never meant to win.
Suspended in this RPG,
trapped in this open-world with him.
He knows how to use me.
