Putting Holes In Happiness

Sky was blond like her; it was a day to take the child out back and shoot it I could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery head She had dirty word witchcraft; I was in the deep end of her skin Then, it seemed like a one-car car wreck, but I knew it was a horrid tragedy Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear Blow out the candles On my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's, and we cry You're like a birthday: You should have picked the photograph; it lasted longer than you Put holes in happiness We'll paint the future black if it needs a color Death sentence is now a story we'll be digging when you finally let me die Romance of our assassination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde But the grass is greener here, and I can see all of your snakes You wear your ruins well; please, run away with me to hell Blow out the candles On my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's, and we cry You're like a birthday: You should have picked the photograph; it lasted longer than you Blow out the candles On my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's, and we cry You're like a birthday: You should have picked the photograph; it lasted longer than you Blow out the candles On my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's, and we cry You're like a birthday: You should have picked the photograph; it lasted longer than you