Baby Strange
What does it take to love you?
Baby Strange
What does it take to loathe you?
Stuck in occasions unfinished and severed
I'm dead with my eyes open wide
Heaven above you tired and lonely - I'm terrified
But in the ideal world there'd be a decent conversation
And dignified
Like the arsehole lovers with the blackmail rules of
Seizure
Or suicide, they lied!
