Testo Poor Mary

You've got your
and i've got my
very own way
of decline

guess someday
it'll be soon
i burn this whole town down and slip back in mama's womb

Poor mary's too old
Poor mary's too old
too old to die!

let me inhale
your lies like smoke
it feels so good
to die that slow

collectin' kisses
like you always do
the only lie I told
is to be true
Poor mary's too old
Poor mary's too old
too old to die

meet me down
at the tracks
with a kitchen-knife
in my back
i burned your pillow
i love these flames


poor mary's too old
poor mary's too old
too old to die