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Cross-Stitch my Filthy Lips
Sedate my brain just a bit,
So I may separate my thoughts.
From the vile to the sweet,
And the secrets I should really keep,
I think.. I think a little too much.
I feel my acidic heart has destroyed my brain,
Giving me absolutely no sense of restrain.
And I don't know how to crochet or knit,
So nothing fancy, I'll just cross-stitch my filthy lips.
Sadistic, masochistic, the pleasure and the pain,
It's the fire behind what's driving me insane.
I'm not sure which one that I'm giving you,
But by the look on your beautiful face, I've got a clue.
Take the bottle from my grip and cross-stitch my filthy lips!
Please leave now or forever hold your fuckin' peace.
Make sure it's a decision that you'll want to keep.
I won't hear what should have been said or done,
Because there is no asylum inside me for regret my love.
I've made a fool of you but more so me.
Tell me love, what I am destined to be?
Will I let my thoughts get in the way of me?
These are far too many questions for me to sing...
I feel all that's left to do is cross-stitch my filthy lips,
And shake my hips,
To the only song I know,
The one you sing at the end of my show.