You look so pretty and I look so mean
On the night we filled our bodies with amphetamines
And we just sit and we just talk
About our daddies and our faults
And you would breathe as would I
Watching your body too synchronize
Every move
But you ain’t coming home soon
No you ain’t coming home soon
Well I’m a jackass
I’m a dog
How many more of these sad songs can one boy write
Well nothing is
But something was
And I believe it still can be
If you would sit
If you would talk
If you would come
If you would leave
But you ain’t coming home soon
No you ain’t coming home soon
Well I was hanging in the gutter
But I do believe you flutter in your head
When I enter
And my head was received by your [?]