white wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get back where i belong
i think you're crazy, maybe
stop sending letters
letters always get burned
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies
i think you're crazy, maybe
i will see you in the next life
beautiful angel
pulled apart at birth
limbless and and helpless
i can't even recognize you
i think you're crazy, maybe
i will see you in the next life