Her heart is in my hand
     It shivers like a toad
     She tries to understand the
     Tiny lump that's down
     Inside her throat it goes
     Suck suck
     Her face is inside out
     An open book report
     I read what she's about and she's
     Filled with words that hurt it goes
     Suck suck
     Her head is in my lap
     It twists and coughs and sings
     Her hair is in my grasp
     It hangs and swings like
     Swollen strings she just
     Suck suck
     Sometimes I want her in
     Sometimes I want her out
     My perception of sin
     Is filled with pain and fear
     And doubt
     She is not my girlfriend
     I'm not who you think I am
     Her clothes are on the ground
     [bad word] rainbow mass
     She's scattered all around
     And she's scattered now
     Like broken glass it goes
     Suck suck
     Sometimes I want her in
     Sometimes I want her out
     My perception of sin
     Is filled with pain and fear
     And doubt
     She is not my girlfriend
     I'm not who you think I am