You were bored to death I was born too late We met and yet never got a chance To swoon
You held high hopes for us I couldn't think straight for once We kissed but it was already Too late
We used to sneak out and into graveyards Dig up our past and share it like it mattered
Maybe another second to spare Just let me hold you close and let the rhythm speak
A fraction of a heartbeat and not second past Can you feel the pulse to come
Slit it while it's hot
I'd rather you bury me dead With the rest of our dreams
Red lips too red
Eating and grinding and giving your body just to save Your hunger from consuming you
We could have been true I guess I'll become you
I'm sorry I spoiled