His bed is on fire, with passionate love
The Neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only chums when shes on top
my therapist said not to see you no more
she said your like a disease without any joy
she said im so obsessed that I've become a bore
oh no aw you think your so pretty
cut your hand inside a tale
slammed your fingers in the door
–-?--kitchen knives--?--
dress me up in women's clothes
messed around with gender rules
die my eyes and call me pretty
moved out of the house
so you moved next door
I locked you out
cut a hole in the wall
I found you sitting next to me
I thought I was alone
your driving me crazy
when are you coming home
