you cut off all of your fingers



trade them in for dollar bills



cake on some more make-up to



cover up all those lines



wake up and stop shaking



don't you want some of this?



don't you need some of this?



you take but cannot be given



you ride but cannot be ridden



pinch this tiny heart of mine



wrap it up in soiled twine



you never read what you've written



I'll be your lover, I'll be forever



I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when i'm high



don't you want some of this?



don't you need some of this?



you shove your hair down my throat



I feel your fingers in me



tear this bitter fruit to mess



and wrap it in your soiled dress



now you must spit out the seeds



(chorus)



all dried up and tied up forever



all fucked up and dead to the world...