Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World

You cut off all of your fingers

Trade them in for dollar bills

Cake up on some makeup to cover all those lines

Wake up and stop shaking, ’cause you’re just wasting time

Don’t you want some of this?

Don’t you need some of this?

You take, but can’t 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

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?

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

I’ll be your lover, I’ll be forever

I’ll be tomorrow, I am anything when I’m high

I’ll be your lover, I’ll be forever

I’ll be tomorrow, I am anything when I’m high

Anything, when I’m high

Anything, when I’m high

I’ll be your lover, I’ll be forever

I’ll be tomorrow, I am anything when I’m high

I’ll be your lover, I’ll be forever

I’ll be tomorrow, I am anything when I’m high

Anything, when I’m high

All dried up and tied up, forever

All fucked up and dead to the world

All dried up and tied up, forever

All fucked up and dead to the world

All dried up and tied up, forever

All fucked up and dead to the world

All dried up and tied up, forever

All fucked up and dead to the world