so can i see you girl, tonight?
can you make me scream tonight?
can i be your slave tonight?
can you use me up tonight?
i’ll pick you up at 8,
i’ll pick you up,
i’ll pick you up, up, up, up.
my pupils dilate,
i’m losing weight,
i get irate and bump them
into my deranged fucking snout.
owww...
la-la-la, la-la-la-la...
the rays of a hungry sunup gashes the sky
like lighthouses fracturing my delirious high.
i’m perpetual, i’m static, the most cheerless guy,
fixed on a roof, my intentions just seem misapplied.
fingerprints on my shirt, i wish i could fucking sniff them.
wanna go into a coma but my body won’t listen.
wanna mislead the girl i rolled with in four cheap motels
so her body
can save me
as the headaches swell.
holy hell!
i’m getting torn up
by melancholia’s
monstrous, gloomy c**k.
my unsound mind
is flipping out
and this drowsy trance
is no longer profound.
it’s bull...
shit.
i’ll pick you up.
we’ll get the stuff.
we’ll use it up.
this shit is nuts.