These days, I'll run my fingers, on your dead body
I wanna smell you on me
Your scent, I wanna keep it
I wanna put it, Inside a jar
I wanna kiss you dead
I wanna fuck with your head
I wanna kiss you dead
I wanna fuck with your head
Your head
These days, I wanna kiss you, meet me in the bathroom
At a quarter past 2
And I'm always staying
Why are you leaving
It's not the birds
I wanna kiss you dead
I wanna fuck with your head
I wanna kiss you dead
I wanna fuck with your head
