Tonight I Feel Like Kafka

It's two in the mornin' and I wanna drink wine Listen to Kurt singin' in the pines Couldn't be any more hipster if I tried Father, Son and Holy Ghost don't wanna talk Baby, don't touch me, I'm made of chalk Fine pink lace and faceless effigy And it scares me To think that nobody Looks at me that way Looks at me that way Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same Wanna pierce my nipples and go dancin' in the rain No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue I love everyone but especially you Wanna go ahead and pack a picnic just for two But it scares me To think that you, baby Don't look at me that way Don't look at me that way