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 cemetary head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin
Then, it seemed like a one car 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 trye
You taste like a Valentine's
and we cry
You're like a birthday
I should have picked the photograph
it lasted longer than you
Putting holes in hapiness
we'll paint the future black
if it needs any color
my death sentence is 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 trye
You taste like a Valentine's
and we cry
You're like a birthday
I should have picked the photograph
it lasted longer than you
