The sky was blonde like her

It was a day to take the child

Out back and shoot it.

I could have buried all my dead

Up in her cemetery head

She had dirty word witchcraft

I was in the deep end of her skin.

Then, it seemed like a one car wreck

But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.

Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.



Blow out the candles

On all my frankensteins.

At least my death wish will come true.

You taste like Valentine's and

We cry,

You're like a birthday.

I should have picked the photograph

It lasted longer than you.



Putting holes in happiness.

We'll paint the future black

If it needs a color.

My death sentence is now a story

Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?

The romance of our assassination

If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.

But the grass is greener here and

I can see all of your snakes.

You wear your ruins well

Please run away with me to hell.



Blow out the candles

On all my frankensteins.

At least my death wish will come true.

You taste like Valentine's and

We cry,

You're like a birthday.

I should have picked the photograph

It lasted longer than you.