Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night
I love the jaundice of your skin
Its perverse plasticity
You make me want to smoke cigarettes
You make me want to drink whiskey
But even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
It still wouldn't be enough to save me.
It still wouldn't be enough to save me.
My sycophant love song
My authentic desperation
I'm addicted to the feeling,
The only kind of steady I believe in
Prison cell exercises,
Solitary sport entertainment
What makes you think
You're going to die any different?
Even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
It still wouldn't be enough to save me.
It still wouldn't be enough to save me.
Even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
It still wouldn't save me.
It still wouldn't save me.
Don't worry young suicides,
The vultures will pick your bones dry
Half digested and eternal,
Somewhere lost in the ephemeral
Welcome to the future
An always ice-cold nightmare
Burnt coffee and Percocets
This night too will end
Even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
Even if your love was unconditional,
It still wouldn't be enough to save me.
It still wouldn't be enough to save me.