It's a heady, sickly sweet, overflowing trash heap.
Come inside. Close the door. Draw the shades
all the way down.
You left me with my pants around my ankles.
Found. Leaving not a trace from your
vinyl fingertips.
PLEASE LET ME PLEASE LET ME
I'm sunlight terrified.
Your eye shadows me and my 8-track mind.
It's just the tip of my destruction.
You left me with my pants around my ankles.
Found. Leaving not a trace from your
vinyl fingertips.
PLEASE LET ME PLEASE LET ME
I took “good-bye” straight out of the box
and I set it down.
You left me with my pants around my ankles.
Found. Leaving not a trace of your
vinyl fingertips.