Hate Your Drug

Like four paper-dolls / all heavy with sleep, /

they hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. /

They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, /

like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. /

And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, /

your heart had stopped beating, / your head on my chest, /

and I told you for the last time / that I loved you best. /

And with your blonde hair / all over my dress.