Death to Romance -

No more girl to bring me to my feet,

and I think she’s in love she says with her tongue pressed tight in

cheek and the little purple spider spun it’s web between all of us.

She’s a black flower plucked from dope in the ashtray

or a love letter written in blood on the highway and.

Did she love me I think not it was all death to romance and no words

could stop it,

did she love me I think not I always see the end when we are kissing.

There’s flies in the furnace you’ve left me alone for too long.

With your lips painted lies so you kiss me with the lights off.

I wait for her at home another ghost in our bedroom,

she’s a black flower plucked from dope in the ashtray or a

love letter written in blood on the highway (repeat chorus)

And I know even through the bad times when you’re in love you just go

slow, and the dust from this fragile heart goes,

as the kisses flow she traces the sky, takes pictures of her and I,

before she goes the table has turned and

I’m left with the burden of being the bad guy.

Like there were never others before me who made you cry.

There’s just something in the way you

want to die, when I want you when I need you.

When I don’t know what to say,

you want to stray and confide in other guys

and leave me yesterday’s I love you’s and alibis.

When I want you, when I need you