pull on my hair until it falls out.
I’ll never be anybody's angel , as much as i may pine,
and I pine a lot, (it's me, cathy!) so tired of living like this giant,
with ruby-red hands, and a bloodclot necklace to match,

so when I ask you to destroy me, just know I don't expect you to hold back.
when I ask you to destroy me, just know I don't expect you to hold back anymore.

I wanna sing country music in the passenger seat,
and you will try to sing along but eventually resolve to, like, I don't know, maybe defenestrate me?
I wanna sit on your lap around the backyard fire as all your friends make so much fun of me.
push me off of your lap onto the ground, yeah I want matching scabs on my elbows because I love my symmetry, baby,
I wanna shave off enough bone that I might hide behind you,
I want to feed off the power that you left in me,
I will shave off enough bone, and I will hide behind you,
and I will feed off the power that you left in me.
now that I am your landfill, I will file my fingernails with your baby teeth,
now that I am your landfill, I will feed of the power that you left in me!

so when I ask you to destroy me, just know I don't expect you to hold back,
when I ask you to destroy me, just know I don't expect you to hold back
yeah, so when I ask you to destroy me, just know I don't expect you to hold back
when I ask you to destroy me, no, I don't expect you to hold back,
when I ask you to destroy me, no I don't, no I don't, no I don't...

("...you don't love me, you don't care about me, and the faucet was dripping, and the tears were flowing...")

silence rises over the hill,
and lifts its empty hands up to the sky.
silence pulled back down I-95,
magnetism, baby, stars or fireflies?

magnetism, baby, look me in the eyes
one last time, and tell me how you don't love me.
look at me, how small I’ve become,
look at all of the bone i wish I could shave off for you,
I am pale and wiry on the floor of your room,
make me shut up! I will make it worth your time,
make me shut up, stars or fireflies.

it's been a long, warm winter,
and they just called off the spring,
but what could it mean to live in a warmth where nothing comes to life?
I’ll stay cold in the air conditioning.

forever and ever, oh it never ends,
a loveless return, it's only grayscale again.