I tried on your wedding dress
I tell you now because it got stained
Bored of your attention
I say it now because I like your friends
Lines you have to think around
It's not a run around
Like it was when you were finding your voice
Pipes clogged up with greenhouse fumes
She'd get over-consumed and parasites
Close like kissing ears is close
Like you could overdose on pretty lips
Christ where is your conscience man
This isn't medicine you can't score
It clips on it clips on