I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips

We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm

We can cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change.

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

Oh, she's bad.

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging

I'll never see this face again

You go stabbing yourself in the neck.

And we can find new ways of living

Make playing only logical harm

And we can top the old times,

Clay-making that nothing else will change.

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

Oh, she's bad.

It's different now that I'm poor and aging

I'll never see this face again

You go stabbing yourself in the neck.

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging

I'll never see this face again

Let's go go stabbing yourself in the neck.

It's in the way that she posed,

It's in the things that she puts in my head

Her stories are boring and stuff.

She's always calling my bluff.

She puts the—she puts the weights into my little heart,

And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.

She puts the weights into my little heart,

I said she puts the weights into my little heart.

She puts the weight, she puts the weight

She puts the weight, she puts the weight

She puts the weight, she puts the weight

She puts the weight, she puts the weight.

It's in the way that she walks

Her heaven is never enough

She puts the weights in my heart

She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart.