Well here is me on tragedy
I always want what뭩 out of reach
She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
fuck that night out with the guys
I never get a word in with them, anyway.
The telephone doesn뭪 scare me anymore
you뭨e home
And I am here alone
my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic
my hyper - spastic superhero girl.
So break the bruised monogamy
and let him fade to memory
And your erotic wet atomic eyes
keep reoccuring in my mind
Do me a favor please
and touch your lips to mine.
The telephone doesn뭪 scare me anymore
you뭨e home
And I am here alone my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic
my hyper - spastic superhero girl.