Sky was blond 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 car wreck, but I knew it was a horrid tragedy Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear [Chorus:] Blow out the candles On my Frankensteins At least my d**h wish will come true You taste like Valentine's, and we cry You're like a birthday: You 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 d**h sentence is now a story we'll be digging when you finally let me die Romance of our a**a**ination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde But the gra** is greener here, and I can see all of your snakes You wear your ruins well; please, run away with me to hell [Chorus x 3]