Sour, bitter, bitter you
Oh, yeah, it's true
And I know, cause I've been strychnined too
A moth 'round the glow of your eyes
All frozen, broken, beautiful and wise
Be my secret, be my sanitarium too
Be too early for me, too late for you
Hard like a hammer in my hand
p**** trainer in the cold steel bed
One finger stuck inside her mouth
All her motives you must doubt
A single-minded catastrophe
There's blood on my ceiling
But I can't breathe
I could spread myself out on your floor
I could be frost on your window on some cold morn
I could empty out your heart of scorn
But will I
Hiding from the mirror inside your mind
And astonished by all the things that you always find
Just a moth 'round the glow of her eyes
All frozen, broken, beautiful and wise
Yeah, be my secret, be my sanitarium too
Yes, be too early for me too late for you
I could spread myself out on your floor
I could be frost on your window on some cold morn
I could empty out your heart of scorn
But will I
Oh, yeah, it's true
And I know, cause I've been strychnined too
A moth 'round the glow of your eyes
All frozen, broken, beautiful and wise
Be my secret, be my sanitarium too
Be too early for me, too late for you
Hard like a hammer in my hand
p**** trainer in the cold steel bed
One finger stuck inside her mouth
All her motives you must doubt
A single-minded catastrophe
There's blood on my ceiling
But I can't breathe
I could spread myself out on your floor
I could be frost on your window on some cold morn
I could empty out your heart of scorn
But will I
Hiding from the mirror inside your mind
And astonished by all the things that you always find
Just a moth 'round the glow of her eyes
All frozen, broken, beautiful and wise
Yeah, be my secret, be my sanitarium too
Yes, be too early for me too late for you
I could spread myself out on your floor
I could be frost on your window on some cold morn
I could empty out your heart of scorn
But will I