you cut off all of your fingers
    trade them in for dollar bills
    cake on some more make-up to
    cover all those lines
    wake up and stop shaking
    cause you're just wasting time
    don't you want some of this?
    don't you need some of this?
    you take but cannot be given
    you ride but cannot be ridden
    pinch this tiny heart of mine
    wrap it up in soiled twine
    you never read what you've written
    I'll be your lover, I'll be forever
    I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high
    Don't you want some of this?
    Don't you need some of this?
    you shove your hair down my throat
    I feel your fingers in me
    tear this bitter [bad word] to mess
    and wrap it in your soiled dress
    now you must spit out the seeds
    I'll be your lover, I'll be forever
    I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high
    all dried up and tied up forever
    all [bad word] up and dead to the world...