In her youth she made tons of pence
Ghost-penning songs for big haired aristocrats
Now she lies in a plush, velvet bed
Shaped like a coffin and filled with bats and
She's pale and
I am smitten and
In the moonlight we both still like
The smell of anything
Night blooming
And she bites through necks like a Ginsu
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
Next to walls that jut from the earth
Like frozen trajectories of superheroes
We nibble and jest about things that drain and the taste of lust and
She is over here
And I am over there
And the unlucky dark cloud is in the middle
We like to time ourselves
We like to watch ourselves
And her winks cut through me like a Ginsu
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
And everything's good
And everything's fine
And everything's bitter like sweet things should be
And I'm sinking my teeth into her
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er
My sweet sweet heartk**er