Bed things

You are scaling around our bed like a spider scales walls.
I'm swimming in it, a backstroke, like in warm waters.
I can't leave you alone,
A piece of apple pie you are,
As American as an atomic bomb,
Going off and vaporizing any cynicism I got.
Got it?
Got it?
Go and rot it,
Ruin it and make me weak again,
Tell all of your friends that you couldn't resist kicking the dog,
when she whimpers at the door -
Tell them she was a whore, I was just a whore for your bed swimming activities.
But we were having fun, streaming home-made sex banners,
Frightening away all of our demons,
But the motherfuckers learned how to make us come.
Over and over again.
That's why they are such great demons.