Putting Holes in Happiness
The sky was blonde like herit was a day to take the child out back and shoot it.I could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery headshe had dirty word witchcraft I was in the deep end of her skin.Then...it seemed like a one car wreckbut I knew it was a horrid tragedyWays to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
Blow out the candleson all my frankensteins.At least my death wish will come true.You taste like Valentines and we cry,You're like a birthday.I should have picked the photographit lasted longer than you.
Putting holes in happinessWe'll paint the future black if it needs any color.My death sentence is a storywho'll be digging when you finally let me die?The romance of our assassinationIf you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.But the grass is greener here andI can see all of your snakes.You wear your ruins wellplease run away with me to hell
Blow out the candleson all my frankensteins.At least my death wish will come true.You taste like Valentines and we cry,You're like a birthday.I should have picked the photographit lasted longer than you.