We were laying out in the back of the car with the windows rolled down
And I would do anything
To go back to that night again
I miss when you wanted your teeth on my neck
And I love the thought of the blood dripping down as
You tear me into pieces
And leave me to rot on the ground
With the fading leaves and the spiders I call my friends
At least they will love me till the end
The smell of incense and self deprecation fills the room
As I disappear