Текст песни Tortured

and eye was like 13. and it was a Sunday morning eye think, and eye think both my parents were still asleep, eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day [don't stop] [don't stop] and eye turned over and there he was [my beloved] [my beloved] holding a pillow he smelled of sweat & regret, and he said...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh