I am going to ride you
until i rob you of all your pain
the stars go blind my scars on your trackmarks
what a match made in horrible mermaid heaven
I don’t think of the past when I think of your love
which helps me live through each day
these sleepless nights have tortured me so
which I think will be perfectly fine with you
chcocolate milk empty carton
my head resting on your arm
let’s sleep for weeks we both deserve it
these scars of ours are healing fine
the desert queen 