I'll pilfer your soul but I'm still the same girl
With my razorblade smile and military curls
And sometimes you see I'm way too far gone
But sometimes you wait with me for the dawn.

I'm the kind of baby you eat with a spoon
And cradle in the forest under the full moon
Lipstick on my eyelids and powder on my lips
Black on the inside but blonde to the tips.

Bind me in silver and tie me with rope
I'm too good to kiss but bad enough to choke
And the ocean is dry but the desert a flood
And both are covered with your darling blood.

If you were a wound I could lick until clean
My tongue ring would polish until the sheen
Took over your skin, took over your toes
And where it would stop, no one really knows.

Baby you see me like a beggar in red
But your mind just can't seem to forget what I said
And the gleam of memories won't fade with the years
Nor the passion of hot nights, nor the stain of my tears.

Baby I love how your daddy's blade enhance
The scars on your arms that twist as we dance
And shudder, and shake, and stoop to mar
As you press your flesh against the smoldering car.

Baby I love how you quaver and moan
At the slightest pressure on skin once tightened as stone
And your eyes, though so glassy, lower to stare
At my own dancing azure, commended the dare.

Memories are memories, and memories wither
But the sheen of your hair still sends me to quiver
I want you, and need you, and miss you as well
But that's something to treasure and never to tell.

Maybe on a night with a dark, daring moon
We'll creep from our beds with a more lively tune
And laugh with the shadows, our giggles too loud
And enjoy the silence, away from the crowd.

Because the moon alone is too much to take
And there are some things I can no longer fake
And those nights are ours, those longer days shared
And I remember a time when I knew you cared.

So now, bruised and broken, I'm surrounded alone
I'm right down the street but I'm too far from home
I'm desired, but unloved, and my fate is unbound
I'm knowing, uncaring, and certainty unwound.