A steel rib cage, polished and stainless

white wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get to where I belong

I think you're crazy
baby
I think you're crazy
baby

stop sending letters
letters always get burnt
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies

i think you're crazy
baby
i think you're crazy
baby

i will see you
in the next life

beautiful angel
torn apart at birth
limbless and helpless
i can't even recognize you