C Desensitize the conscience dies Here’s to your callous thighs F Here’s to your cold sore lips G Here’s to your circus ride hips Here’s to my clammy cold hands I feel like a no woman’s land You tried to purchase plot A quagmire’s what you got F I was in love with defeat G It drives a sporadic heartbeat C Well you re the addict impurity You and your stoned insecurity F Using your boyfriends for rent G Fucking them all ‘till their spent Well C I can’t judge you lover We are the same undercover G I’ve posted the same dark entries as you
