Im the call girl in your cake,
the final wooden stake
Im the last one that your
ever gonna make.

Im your smiling coup de grace,
the cameleer that wins your race.
Your gonna feel that you never
have the space.

Im gonna bossa on your grave,
a bone shaker in the make.
Your gonna know Im your biggest
lone mistake.

Im the drift wood in your soup,
the dorsal in a suit.
Your gonna wish you had of
kept me in the boot.

All these things I do are wrong,
but everything is good
and you love it like you should,
aw baby if we could.

Im the anvil in eye,
the finger in your pie.
Im the one that’s
never gonna die.

Im gonna gamma ray grey matter,
send you shoe strings of mad hatters.
Watch me open up the cracks
until it shatters.

Im gonna botox your fondue,
the Davy Jones in your room.
Your gonna wish that it’s
nearly over soon.

Here Im crossing out your name,
so you never take the blame.
so you never, ever,
ever, ever feel again.

All these things I do are wrong,
but everything is good
and you love it like you should
aw baby if we could.