I have erased this line so many times (I have ate the words to make sure)

I have erased this line so many times;
I have ate the words to make sure
Just like the grime
growing on the cure.

Its conspiracy of the human race.
Their three words
that everybody wants to taste.
Their the murder for the ones who have never heard.

They lead to sex.
They die crawling off the bed.
Their words banned from school text;
and soap will be poured on the tongue from being said.

If its over, they say at least you felt.
I say its over after the first kiss.
They say the feeling makes you melt.
I fucked and still missed.

I guess the melt is the puddle
on the floor.
Take your trouble
and find the door.

I have erased the line so many times;
I have ate the words to make sure.
I am the grime
and I fucked the cure.