Cyanide

Kissing in the acid rain Heaven on her tongue again The cutest couple in the halls of hell Well, she was smoking with her friends Exhaled nicotine and breathed me in Black denim under pale moonlight Her skin is milk, so pale and white Underneath the teenage spell Well, she's Christina Applegate Hopelessly beautiful in 1988 She's my cyanide I drink her every night Modern love can feel like suicide She's my cyanide I drink her every night Modern love can feel like suicide Holy water for the lady, please Love is best upon our knees With grass stains upon our jeans Now the devil dreams of me and you Of all the nasty things we do, oh baby Black lipstick on a coffee cup Love is the arms of lust She's cold, but still I burn up In a gin and tonic trance We know sobriety won't teach the kids to dance She's my cyanide I drink her every night Modern love can feel like suicide She's my cyanide I drink her every night Modern love can feel like suicide So we drive until the road (runs out) Or at least until our tears (dry) We count our sins beneath the sun We know no one forgives the fugitives of heaven Modern love can feel like suicide She's my cyanide I drink her every night Modern love can feel like suicide She's my cyanide I drink her every night Modern love can feel like suicide