Framed a girl behind closed doors with hands clasped praying that she'll beg for more. At least for now I’ll tell her that she's happy with my company An axe to grind my one track mind or who she fucks behind those blinds. At least for now I think that she'll be happy with the flattery
Her beauty was surreal my hungry eyes host Cause she was the mural and I was a ghost Dead flowers in her hair online dead daisies on her fence But I’ll still die on that train from Boston to providence
And I proceed to cross the line every fucking time Crawl in a bag of cheap sunshine cause when I'm high I blur lines cause I'm you and I'm fine. Lately I've been happy with this lucid sense of being Cause I don't want to die but everybody loves the dead kid And when you suck him.. well honestly I just hope it tastes like me I just want to watch you scratch and claw I just want to watch you fucking crawl.
She spreads her legs like fame, shares her cunt with the big names I caught her breath one last time as she laughs as a god dame So fucking crawl For now I’ll hide in your room where the dark will never find me With my pint of gin and eight ball of my sires ashes Racked up bills at your expense now at best… least my shit is spent At least for now on earth I dwell so die with debt and go to hell.