i wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
we can cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change
but it's different now that i'm poor and aging
i'll never see this face again
you go stabbing yourself in the neck
and we can find new ways of living
make playing only logical harm
and we can top the old times
clay-making that nothing else will change. but she can read
it's different now that i'm poor and aging
i'll never see this face again
you go stabbing yourself in the neck
but it's different now that i'm poor and aging
i'll never see this face again
let's go go stabbing yourself in the neck
it's in the way that she posed
it's in the things that she puts in my head
her stories are boring and stuff. she's always calling my bluff. she puts the--she puts the weights into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart. she puts the weights into my little heart
i said she puts the weights into my little heart. she puts the weight
it's in the way that she walks
her heaven is never enough
she puts the weights in my heart
oh she puts the weights into my little heart.