Maybe its my Capricorn moon
Or the smell of you in my room
I wanna burn this mattress
And the box-spring too
Out in the parking lot
My neighbors might call the cops
But I say fuck my feelings
And the police too
I wanna lift you up
So I can lose my grip
I wanna take your drugs
So you can take a sip
Of my spinal fluid
Just a'dripping on the floor
After I slam my head
Into the oven door again
And again and again and again
Maybe it's my venus sign
It is your venus sign
Maybe we're both really good at committing crimes
Against this bloody pumping
All through our skin
Our last two braincells thumping
On closed eyelids
I wanna take a hike
I wanna steal your bike
I wanna look like everyone you've ever liked
I wanna make some toast
While I am taking a bath
I wanna never hear your
Infectious laugh again
Well it's a good thing we're just friends
Maybe it's my Capricorn moon
Or a sense of impending doom
I wanna flee the continent
Or never leave your room
I'm gonna fuck this up
I'm gonna lose my grip
I'm gonna lift you up
So you can fuck my feelings again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again
And again
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