That sweet little red-head's got her hooks in my back

She points her finger and she shows me what I lack

Her pale skin, it burns so hard in the midnight air



Her heartbreak on my skin and her scent on my fingers

Her taste is on my mind, it constantly lingers

'Til I can breathe her, 'til I can believe her

'Til I can breathe her, 'til I can leave her.



Every kiss is a little sickening

I can feel deaf fingers quickening

Tightening my passageways

If you can't count the years start counting down.



Try to remember that she hates you, 

And though she might elate you

She tries to kill the great that's in you now

She's hand picked the fate that awaits you, 

And despite her words

It's not too late



I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything I hate

And the kids were wanting a chorus line and they sealed my picture's frame

She might run shit for right now, but I'll be damned if it's forever and always



As the chorus fades away like friends in high school hallways



Oh, I got this feeling that things will never ever ever be the same



"What about those rainy nights in London? 

What about the crippling desert heart?

What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?"

"What about the hospital in LA?"

"You took me back after that night"

"What about that blackened image in my mind?"

"I swear I'll burn with a new light"

"What the frozen, dripping holiday bird that's cold?"



She's cold as ice