You can call me Sylvia,
I've seen you walk on by,
With your naughty smile,
You shoot me high,
To the night light, so bright.
You can call me Sylvia,
You can call me what you like,
In my twisted mind,
Our stories rhyme,
In the casket, we entwine.
I forgive my daddy,
When I'm under your haunting charms,
I know that death becomes me,
Loves a bed full of broken arms.
I may be mad, I may be broken.
But still.
I may be sad, carelessly chosen,
But still.
This is still a love song,
This is still a love song.
A mad girl's love song...
You can call me Sylvia,
And I sleep on broken glass,
The dark despair,
In the morning air,
I wake up and someday miss.
You can call me Sylvia,
And I think our God plays dead,
You can make me crawl,
And induce my fall,
I still pray for you instead.
Please don't bring me flowers,
Flash white tulips above my grave,
In these naked hours,
Life can solemnly be my slave.
I may be mad, I may be broken.
But still.
I may be sad, carelessly chosen,
But still.
This is still a love song,
This is still a love song.
A mad girl's love song...
No one can remember me like you do,
Then forget me quite like you do.
When you voice so softly soothes me,
Then it crudely breaks me,
Makes me feel no pain.
No pain.
I may be mad, I may be broken.
But still.
I may be sad, carelessly chosen,
But still.
This is still a love song,
This is still a love song.
A mad girl's love song...