id make myself putty for you
i would do anything
but dont mistake it for me
because i love you all very much
im counting minutes
and im playing with fire
and i feel too much pleasure from pain
and newborn horns sprout from my head
and im wearing a scary face to you
and im hell on earth
and "push a little harder"
"try a little more"
"get cha feet on the floor"
and i couldnt hear your voice anymore
and as far as i can remember
i drempt -in sound and in color, and often- that i would take the car keys
or take what was left in that wicker basket
and i dont know
and i dont know.
and im playing with fire
and i love you all very much