I would kill to be your clothes,
cling to your body,
and hang from your bones,

I would kill to be the cold,
tracing your body,
and shaking your bones 

You’re the northern wind, sending shivers down my spine.

If you’re so funny, then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you’re so clever, then why are you on your own tonight?
If you’re so very entertaining, why are you on your own tonight?
If you’re so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight? 

She held the world upon a string, but she didn’t ever hold me.

I just wrote a song. Goes like this:

Nananaa, you’re a hypocrite.
Nananananaaa, fuck off.

I’m a ghost, you’re the house that I’m haunting.

we don’t live we’re tired, with aching muscles

we don’t live, we’re tied up; they’ve tied us up to strings.

i’m afraid to be just an example of inconsistency