I know you're horrible for me, and you might be done with me, but this song is what I feel about you. Either of this can take this how you like. It doesn't matter what either of you think anyway.




Love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea. High-maintenance means you're a gluttonous king, narcissistic and mean. Kill me romantically. Fill my soul with vomit, then ask me for a piece of gum. Bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplum. You're awful. I love you!

He moves through moonbeams slowly. He knows just how to hold me and when his edges soften, his body is my coffin. I know he drains me slowly. He wears me down to bones in bed.

Must be the sign on my head that says, "Love me dead! Love me dead!"

You're a faith-healer on T.V. You're an office park without any trees, corporate and cold, gushing for gold. Leave me alone. You suck so passionately. You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature, finger-banging my heart. You call me up drunk. Does the fun ever start? You're hideous and sexy!

Must be the sign on my head that says, "Love me dead! Love me dead!"

Love me cancerously. How's your new girl? Does she know about me? You've got the mark of the beast. You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!

What about that sign on my head that says, "Love me dead!"

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