A thick black milkshake a float
Void of any blood flow or bone
Slipping into the unknown
In hopes of getting stuck in your throat
I just run into a fist, of pretty people floating in the mist
I don't care if I exist, if only they would put me on the list
I kiss your face, I kiss your face
Cause it's the only face to kiss
I lick your skin, I lick your skin
Cause it's the only skin to lick
Your breath is warm, I guess I'll take what I can get
Moonlike vegetation in the dust
The brochure didn't mention the crust
Attachments that grow, it didn't say so
That little things like this could rust
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard to take it in all at once
The sweetest bit of berry in the bunch
And disappointment hits you with a punch
With a punch
Obituaries written over lunch
I kiss your face, I kiss your face
Cause it's the only face to kiss
I lick your skin, I lick your skin
Cause it's the only skin to lick
Your breath is warm, I guess I'll take what I can get
I kiss your face cause it's the only face to kiss
Your skin cause it's the only skin to lick
Your breath is warm, I guess I'll take what I can get
I hold your hand cause it's the only hand to hold
It didn't seem to bug you when I told
If I'm not dead, it's better than being alone
Moonlike vegetation in the dust, take off your shoes if you must
Not sure if I'm ready, not sure if you know
Not sure of anything any more