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 will come true

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 your ruins well

Please run away with me to hell

Blow out the candles

On all my frankensteins

At least my death wish will come true

You will taste like Valentine's

We cry

You're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph

It lasted longer than you