Work - Perfect Pussy

I guess he had to wonder

Larger than life on screen

And now in technicolor

Where sickness gave me meaning

I’m young again

Consumed in bed by silks and pills

I’m twenty one again

Not yet concerned with men

If you had this chance

You wouldn’t be the audience

You’d be the play itself

I’m just the star, baby

All things in time will be well

We just now found

How our light worked to trick the eye

I really think we should slow down

And you keep saying it’s ok, but I still don’t believe you

I guess I photograph well, remind me again what you do?

Stick your flesh in my mouth, say you like it when I bite

Cross your fingers and be nice and man I just might

But this learning is too much for me

This script is too heavy

I know I can hurt me

Far worse than you can hurt me

I’m no stranger to pain

I’d put a knife to my skin

And wait for some young man

To kick my broken door in

And my skin is full of blood

And my eyes are full of stars

And my blood is full of stars

And I’m so fucking embarrassed

And I’m so fucking happy now

And you had no idea

How much had changed once you left

Now you’re back like it’s nothing

We make love and fall so and it doesn’t feel good

It’s not magic it’s work

But it’s real and that’s cool

What we have to lift

Is beyond heavy

Had surpassed normal

It has taken on my likeness

He doesn’t change

But somehow he grows

Says he now knows

What life is like without me

And I’ll buy anything

As long as it sounds good

But it doesn’t matter

Everything is fine