Putting Holes In Happiness

The sky was blonde like her

It was a day to take the child out back and shoot it

I could have buried all my dead

Up in her cemetery head

She had dirty word witchcraft

I was in the deep end of her skin

Then it seemed like a one car wreck

But I knew it was a horrid tragedy

Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear

Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's

At least my death wish will come true

You taste like Valentine's, and we cry, you're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph, it lasted longer than you

Put holes in happiness

We'll paint the future black if it needs a color

Death sentence is now a story

Who will be digging when you finally let me die?

The romance of our assassination

If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde

But the grass is greener here

And I can see all of your snakes

You wear your ruins well

Please run away with me to hell

Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's

At least my death wish will come true

You taste like Valentine's, and we cry, you're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph, it lasted longer than you

Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's

At least my death wish will come true

You taste like Valentine's, and we cry, you're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph, it lasted longer than you

Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's

At least my death wish will come true

You taste like Valentine's, and we cry, you're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph, it lasted longer than you