Trade them in for dollar bills
Cake on some more make-up to
Cover up all those lines
Wake up and stop shaking
Dont you want some of this?
Dont you need some of this?
You take but cannot be given
You ride but cannot be ridden
Pinch this tiny heart of mine
Wrap it up in soiled twine
You never read what youve written
Ill be your lover, Ill be forever
Ill be tomorrow, I am anything when Im high
Dont you want some of this?
Dont you need some of this?
You shove your hair down my throat
I feel your fingers in me
Tear this bitter fruit to mess
And wrap it in your soiled dress
Now you must spit out the seeds
(chorus)
All dried up and tied up forever
All fucked up and dead to the world...
