Tag Day - lungs

Went outside to check the weather
To see if I needed a coat
We could stay like this forever
But in the interest of growth
Maybe someday we could marry
Have a place all of our own
We could decorate the attic
Fill it up with spooky ghosts

And all the shadows in the alleys
We'd invite them round for tea
In our haunted little palace
We'd eat dinner twice a week
In the pretty little valleys
They cook dinner on TV
We could be like Jack and Sally
But the cliches aren't for me

In the nicest way
I want to burn in hell with you
I would dance with all the devils
Make them see
In the nicest way
I want to rot in hell with you
I'd be floating in the fourth next to you
And you'd be next to me

I wanna be the poison in your drink
I wanna be the water in your lungs
I wanna be the wind to catch your breath
I wanna be the one you always want
I wanna be the slave of your desires
Be your placid puppet king
I wanna be the spark that's in your eyes
I wanna be the one to set you free

In the nicest way
I want to burn in hell with you
I would dance with all the devils
Make them see
In the nicest way
I want to rot in hell with you
I'd be floating in the fourth next to you
And you'd be next to me

And all the devils
In their little red dresses
With their horns and their weird little tails
With the little pointed ends
They'd be singing a song
It's the song of their people
And it goes like this

Da da die da die die die
Da da die da da da da die
Da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da die
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da
Die da da da da da da da da da
Die
Die
Die

Written by:
El Tyler

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