When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
