like a razor-blade. it cuts so deep. so kiss my wrists my neck and give me eternal sleep. you say, you say, I'm only a phone call away. but for me
a razor-blade, it cuts so deep, So kiss my wrists and my neck, give me eternal sleep. You say, you say, I'm only a phone call away. But for me, this
me, this distance is decay. so line my throat with lipstick and leave my blood for flies. ill gurgle the blues under a sea of lies. before you take me to sea, let me
blood for flies.. I'll gurgle the blues under a sea of lies.. Before you take me to sea, let me kiss the bride. Before you take me to sea, let me kiss