I'm black and blue now, overdramatic.
My baby kind of looks like,
Wednesday Addams.
With cooler tattoos, and better habits,
The sweetest side of evil,
Romantic and the tragic.
And I love the way you talk about,
Romance and dying.
You make it seem so easy,
I could slip without even trying.
To feel like all this grieving,
Is just a passing season,
Another reason to keep breathing,
While I'm bleeding myself dry.
I'm black and blue now, and apathetic.
My baby kind of looks like,
Wednesday Addams.
With freshly cut wounds,
Her favorite fashion.
The sweetest side of evil,
The lonely and traumatic.
And I love the way those sunny days
Were just a Warmer Era phase,
Another reason just to keep the pace,
When I chased you In The Dark.
It's a thrilling kind of feeling,
To keep holding what you're killing,
In this blood sport that I call love.
It's just never enough.
I'm black and blue now, overdramatic.
My baby kind of looks like,
Wednesday Addams.
With cooler tattoos, and better albums,
The sweetest side of evil,
Romantic and the tragic.
I'm black and blue now, and apathetic.
My baby kind of looks like,
Wednesday Addams.
With freshly cut wounds,
Her favorite fashion.
The sweetest side of evil,
The lonely and traumatic.
Wednesday Addams,
Wednesday Addams,
Wednesday Addams,
Wednesday Addams,
Wednesday Addams,
Wednesday Addams,
