My Tart
My tart, the sky,
Dressed in torn and bloody sunset
Sipping her fingertips, breathing through cigarettes
Stare at her dirty and fair
She's smart she knows I can be broken on her brow
She's biting her swollen lips
Ripping up my cassettes
And when I crawl she feels nothing at all
Tie her down, I choke her, I strangle her, I have my way
I adore her anger, her lust and her lying
Heart of my heart she has torn my throat out
I thought I could play the game
Thought I knew everything
I would leave but she's the best friend I've got
She sweats through my clothes like a thousand candles
She burns white hot
She's all the things I am not
She burns the truth right out of me
Tie her down, I choke her, I strangle her, I have my way
I adore her anger, her lust and her lying
I go down in the mud and the madness to bury my sin
Of all my lying, I will bury the truth in her skin
Shipwrecked on her I'd die of devotion
Swim in her sea and you swallow the ocean
One look at her and I'm turned into foam, she is false
My tart
Oh, sipping her finger tips
Breathing through cigarettes
Stare at her
Dirty and fair
Tie her down, I choke her, I strangle her, I have my way
I adore her anger, her lust and her lying
I go down in the mud and the madness to bury my sin
Of all my lying, I will bury the truth in her skin
In her skin
Oh