bringin' it back to not really that long ago:
Those tire tracks zigzag your torso like the Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, The flower baskets, the wincing relatives...
You bid her farewell then got in your car, and that's the last thing that you can recall.
And when they pulled you out, you didn't know your name.
Exploding semi-truck blurred your face with flame.
You met Jane four years ago today, dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance, her torn underpants...
Love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now.
Love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now.
Jane let you touch and feel her, she's so free like a pineapple in a tree.
You said it's dangerous, to be so intimate.
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous...
Jane said when she laid on her back, the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better,
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand;
one with fake porno tits,
a padlock on her lips,
disposable tan, biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital,
you've got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire.
She met him a week after you left her,
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment,
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
and the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
and your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her...
Love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
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