I still think about you
Even when I don’t want to
Cold blonde hair
That black lipstick stare
I don’t care about the letter
I wrote to make you go away
I still want to fuck you
Anyway
Last night I was told
By the spirit board
They traced your name
They said to call you and say
I don’t care about the letter
I wrote to make you go away
I still want to fuck you
Anyway
And now
I put my signal out for you
The dead now dance for you
It smells like sin
And lightning in
Me
I don’t care about the letter
I wrote to make you go away
I still want to fuck you
Anyway
I still want to fuck you
Anyway
I still want to fuck you
Anyway
Anyway…
(Originally published on Coffee & Cigarettes archive)
