You make me feel like a whore

I take your word like it was gospel, I'm so eager to please Yeah I like it when you talk to me It feels so good inside your shadow, it's the place I need to be Yeah you know I need to climb you like a tree There is this place inside where all the good things die Sometimes I feel like a whore I hate the way I am around you, I'm so nervous and weird Sometimes I feel like I'm breathing underwater You treat me like I am on fire, like I'm something to eat You make me hate what I see when I see me Yeah I dream of the day when I learn how to make you pay Someday I'll teach you to beg, someday, someday Yes I live for the day when I can hear you say You make me feel like a whore Yes I dream of the time when I can make you mine Maybe then I'll feel half alive, more alive, so alive There is this place inside where all the good things die You make me feel like a whore