MORBID ROMANTIC

I’m a morbid romantic With skulls painted on my walls Could that be the one good reason You don’t feel for me at all... Well I think it’s kinda tragic I can never seem to keep Those momentary words of Wisdom that I sing for you in sleep From falling away by day From falling... Away from you I’m Lost like a penny in the back-seat Of a New York City cab When I’m away from you I’m Tossed like the many times you’ve Looked into my greedy eyes and Laughed Well I make a lousy groupie Guess I just don’t have the lust I’ve only ever been successful At discerning death from dust... Well could it really be this empty In the space that fills the air Between my instinct and your Image - is love always unfair... When I’m away from you I’m Lost like a bottle at the bottom Of a recycling bin When I’m away from you I Just haven’t got all that I Need to fill my ocean up and swim... Well I can’t see my reflection In the mirror of your eyes I know that That should turn my stomach But it comes as no surprise That I must be a ghost Cause you don’t know That I’m a morbid romantic With skulls painted on my walls Could that be the one good reason You don’t feel for me at all...well Don’t you know that’s just a mural And I am really a good witch the only Thing you have to fear from me’s my Urgency to switch...our roles around When you’re away from me you’ll be Lost like a penny in the back-seat Of a New York City cab When you’re away from me you’ll be Tossed like the many times you’ve Looked into my greedy eyes and... Looked into my greedy eyes and laughed