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She brings me colours, white wine and rosesAnd then we paint our faces and pwder our nosesShe gives me her halo and I hang it next to mineReads to me mishima like a honeymoon valentineShes an architect of pleasure and she fashions me a fountainShe leads me through the clouds to the peak of the highest mountainWe dare the heavens on a chariot that we borrowTonight she is my cradle, butWho will love me tomorrow?Cold turkey cindy pulls the mirrors from the wallWalks barefoot on the broken glass and stumbles in from the hallShes shooting paper tigers with the needle that shes borrowedTonight she is my pillow, soWho will love me tomorrow?Must I sing so low to get so high?I cant purge myself of demons and I dont know the reason whyMy heart feels like a battlefield and all my soldiers lie slainIll never be clean, Ill never be pure againShe greets me like a siren and all her lights are flashingShe invites me to her dungeon with the promise of a lashingAnd with a smile like a sunrise playing on her lipsShe shows me her collections of butterflies, scars, and whipsWith fingernails like claws she leaves keepsake souvenirsLike trenches on my back she bathes in saccharine scented tearsI feel just like an actor in a play called dear friend sorrowTonight she is my refuge, butWho will love me tomorrow?
