The sky was blonde like her It was a day to take the child Out back and shoot it I should 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 will taste like Valentine’s 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 any color My death sentence is a story Who’ll be digging when you finally let me die? The romance of your 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 will taste like Valentine’s We cry You’re like a birthday I should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you