Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
holler downstairs while i drive
I want to watch you buttercup
comming through the fog
Dying of boredom, i'll try it all
Sixteen olive
skin bound by a voice
I don't want to go
but i want it well
atleast you fucking care
Dying of boredom, i'll try it all
I'll be faint like a crook
it looks and feels great
but look at what it's doing to you
but that's ok, look how it feels