Young Lady, You're Scaring Me

Let's get a house, you and me and your twelve cats

We'll put mirrors on the ceiling, we'll have a bunkbed by the bath

You'll line my mattress with nails

One for every time somethin' psycho came out of your mouth

Your cavern eyes are preying

Your scarlet lips half saying a sales pitch for the circus in your mind

Young lady, you’re scaring me

Young lady, you’re scaring me

Dumbbell, right to the temple

Carry me to your shrine dedicated to the prince of the last of your nine lives

She waited in the darkest corner all night until our closed up shop, I turned out the lights

Then she begged for me to drive her home

I thought about the Kensington Strangler as I was about to say “No”

When we pulled up to her bleeding dollhouse

She said “Park behind the hearse”

I said “No need, get out, take your purse”

Young lady, you’re scaring me

Young lady, you’re scaring me

Remember that time you wrote me two hundred letters never once to a single reply

Remember they all referenced a love that wasn’t real

Considering we talked maybe one or two times

Young lady, you’re scaring me

Young lady, you’re scaring me