MAUDLIN

(Cinq, quatre, trois, deux, un)
(Cinq, quatre, trois, deux, un)
(Cinq, quatre, trois, deux, un)
(Cinq, quatre, trois, deux, un)
And yet, it's like walking through mud
(Cinq)
(Quatre)
(Trois)
(Deux)
(Un)

Black skinny jeans so tight, it's like a tourniquet
There's something wrong with your cheeks, have you been eating less?
Oh you're so pretty in pink, pretty while maudlin
Such a cute little face, have you tried modeling?
Sinks it's teeth in your chest, it likes to feast on brunettes
Can you tell me lovingly that I'm not already dead?
Can you write to the morgue, to fix their decor
So the ambience suits their new decaying whore?

Clip my wings, make sure I've bled
I don't want to leak all over your bed
And when I'm cut and dry
Sew my flesh into the finest leather piece
Scrape out all the muck inside my head
I tried to wash it daily like you said
And when I'm cute and stuffed
I hope I can have a nice spot in a menagerie

(If you tapped into the bone)
(Would it be sweet like it's maple?)
(A ringing from the phone)
(I relate a lot to Abel)
(Sweet like a candy cane)
(You can't remember my name)
(Do you hear when it says)
(Pick up the rock just like Cain?)

Clip my wings, make sure I've bled
I don't want to leak all over your bed
And when I'm cut and dry
Sew my flesh into the finest leather piece
Scrape out all the muck inside my head
I tried to wash it daily like you said
And when I'm cute and stuffed
I hope I can have a nice spot in a menagerie

(Sorry, sorry!
I don't understand what anybody is saying
They're just, just yelling in French, and I'm not
Sorry, I just ca—
Is there anything you can—
Sorry, sorry!
I don't understand what anybody is saying
They're just, just yelling in French, and I'm not
Sorry, I just ca—
Is there anything you can—)