The Pornographers Daughter

I can't leave with words like these

They'll break the bones that hold up my sleeves

I've got to tie her so high her breath freezes before she speaks

This bus just won't go far enough

So I'll strap my face to a homemade bomb

And blow the bus stop through the parking lot

We'll celebrate like we were free

I know a place where we can both get laced

Take some time to learn about your face

About bawling and bell curves

About strength from inhalers

And I'll take the fifth and you can just sit

And I'll watch from a distance while you open it

This is how I will keep her — in pieces — she's a keeper

And I'll be holding my breath with the best...

My breath with the best intentions

This is not for me

Your perfume struggles perfectly

It wraps around and screams at me

"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead."

This is not for me

Your perfume struggles perfectly

It wraps around and screams at me

"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead."

My straight faced grin is the first to leave

Hand in hand with the queen of tragedy

Why do I hurt just on purpose?

I guess I lack a purpose

So smile like a child sitting in the sea

Forget about what's in the water and just focus in on me

I'll be the phantom of the opera

I'll be the lantern you blow out first

And I'll be holding my breath with the best...

My breath with the best intentions

This is not for me

Your perfume struggles perfectly

It wraps around and screams at me

"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead."

This is not for me

Your perfume struggles perfectly

It wraps around and screams at me

"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead."

And I'll be the reason you'll leave this city

And I'll be the reason you'll leave this city

And I'll be the reason (this is not for me)

I'll be the reason (this is not for me)

I'll be the reason (this is not for me)

I'll be the reason (this is not for me)