| i thought i'd gotten you to go away. you were just a phase, i didn't think a drug. i thought i could handle your face- how nieve of me, what am i a child? chorus: when i see you radiation from my stereo, will give me a pretty baby blue glow. you're my methylene blue, cyanide poisoning how'd this come to be? what a pretty pill. i thought i'd gotten rid of this addiction. but still, when i see you plasma launches upwards from my toes. and i forget to breathe as the lightning scent tickles just behind my eyes. two weeks until i peter out see my perfect brownie boy, watch him grow his wings. he's made of tougher stuff than this. he's electropositive, my bodacious babe. chorus |
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