| Love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
'High-maintenance' means you're a gluttonous queen,
Narcissistic and mean.
Kill me romantically, fill my soul with vomit
Then ask me for a piece of gum.
Bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplum.
You're awful, I love you!
She moves through moonbeams slowly.
She knows just how to hold me.
And when her edges soften, her body is my coffin.
I know she drains me slowly.
She wears me down to bones in bed...
Must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh, love me dead!" Love me dead!
You're a faith-healer on T.V.
You're an office park without any trees
Corporate and cold, gushing for gold - leave me alone.
You suck so passionately.
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.
You call me up drunk. Does the fun ever start?
You're hideous... And sexy!
She moves through moonbeams slowly.
She knows just how to hold me.
And when her edges soften, her body is my coffin.
I know she drains me slowly.
She wears me down to bones in bed...
Must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh, love me dead!" Love me dead! Wow! Uh!
Love me cancerously.
Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da! Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da!
How's your new boy? Does he know about me?
You've got the mark of a the beast.
You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!
She moves through moonbeams slowly.
She knows just how to hold me.
And when her edges soften, her body is my coffin.
I know she drains me slowly.
She wears me down to bones in bed...
Wha' 'bout the sigh on my head?
It says, "Oh, love me dead!" Love me dead!
Love me dead! Love me dead!
Oh... Love me dead! |
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| Death has pretty blue eyes like yours.
They flutter lightly in my face and flicker
into the oblivion that was set before me.
This abyss I was forged in fills with locusts
and all I want them to do is dissipate or
relocate into the world and consume it
the way we were consumed by this whirlpool-
Charybdis herself pulling me under the depths.
You always liked to play dress-up, and you still do.
That perfume you found in your grandmother's closet
suits you in your little world that I was never a part of.
I was never pretty enough for your doll collection
so I walked home alone in the rain, and my silver locket
heart rusted over and fell to dust on the pungent asphalt.
And then I saw the headlights like a madcat's eyes
and heard the screeching brakes as the pain and darkness mixed.
Death has pretty blues like yours
as I wake up and he's staring at me.
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| What would the title of your autobiography be?I Found People Killing Time, So I Found Time to Kill People
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| I miss you but I'm not sorry
for all the things I had to say to you
for moving forward instead of staying stagnant
for leaving what I thought I knew.
I miss you but I'm not sorry;
I couldn't do it any other way.
It was killing me to stay in that place
and maybe we'll meet again some day. |
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