I want to take pictures of dead birds with you,
Walks on graves, it's so cliché
Poke out your eye, you've got another one anyway
Colored photos of a chick, with three fucking tits
In some lengerie, while kicking around some butt plugs.

Yeah, you remember that.

I'd like to photograph dead carp with you,
Watch the sunset, laugh about how we met.
Eat some shitty ice cream, I've got tet.............anis. Bitch.

Flipmode.

Everytime we talk, it's the same damn thing
Always about the real good sex.
Did you love me?
Did you love me?
Did you love me?
Did you love me?
Did you love me?
No, because I wasn't what you were looking for.

I've got a million fucking questions
and a lot of things to tell
This is not a test.
A quest, to find out what the hell we could have been.
I've heard your call,
Holding on to the ice that falls away from my heart.

Maybe we can start it over again
and have our dirty black summers again
and conquer the world again.
Over and over.
Empathy, Apathy, I am alive.
Sympathy, Therapy, you are alive.

You two are my precious.
Won't you linger a little longer.