Daddies

You look so pretty and I look so mean

On the night we filled our bodies with amphetamines

And we just sit and we just talk

About our daddies and our faults

And you would breathe as would I

Watching your body too synchronize

Every move, -y move, -y move, -y move

But you ain't coming home soon

No you ain't coming home soon

Well

Well I'm a jackass

I'm a dog

How many more of these sad songs can one boy write

Well nothing is

But something was

And I believe it still can be

If you would sit

If you would talk

If you would come

If you would leave

If you

You

But you

But you ain't coming home soon

No you ain't coming home soon

Well I was hanging in the gutter

But I do believe you fluttered in your bed

When I entered

And my head was received by your silky hide