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 [bad word] [bad word] 
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 [bad word] well
 [bad word] away with me to [bad word] 

Blow out the candles 
On all my frankensteins
At least my death wish [bad word] [bad word] 
You will taste like Valentine’s 
We cry
You’re like a birthday 
I should have picked the photograph 
It lasted longer than you