Lurch

I don't know your name, but I know you

Do you lust for fame or forgiveness?

Well I'll give you everything you want,

Well I'll give you everything you hate.

You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state

Go on home you shouldn't be walking around on this day.

Now you've stuffed your throat

You've walked on your burial ground

Oh you'll draw the crowd

With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby bones.

You picture in my pocket I'm obsessed with you.

Oh sweety there's no sense in crying you're above them

all,

Barricade the door you can hold my hand for comfort when

you fall.

You wear your skin so fresh

Your smell intoxicates

Little starlet.