Never Been to Paris

I am "Skull of a Skeleton

With Burning Cigarette"

You can hold my throat wide open

And build a well out of my neck

I need a bottle of water

A better plan for my demise

Some martini sipping darlings

Have thrown sugar in my eyes

Let them see only sweet things

Let them see

Tendrils of smoke embrace me

In the likeness of a terrified heart

But it doesn't make a difference

If you were my Valentine or not

There's movement in the corner now

Of an oily crooked mouth

And a whisper in my ear

Is telling me I hear too much

So I might cut it, cut it, cut it

I'd cut it off

My eyelids feel heavy

My eyelids feel so heavy

I've never been to Paris

And I don't know a lot about love

But I recognize a dead heart

When I see one

Memory that tries to rob

The stiffness from my upper lip

Like a baby crawling on the ceiling

Or a raven on the sill

So I shut it, shut it, shut it

I shut it out

My eyelids feel heavy

My eyelids feel so heavy

Punish yourself

What did you say?

My eyelids feel heavy

My eyelids feel so heavy