all through my dreams of tongues and whiskers
i can hear in whispers your true colours oozing into me
staining me, as we measure love at night
in heart attacks, soliloquies and hours til daylight

i fall from room from room for you,
cause no-one gets jealous like i do
i’m sick
and my catheter’s a cathode shining pale light that makes me blue

you and i are going down
suburbs swallow us whole
cause there’s no pretty that’s quite so cold
awful cold, since we’re slipping down to hell
don’t do bad, don’t do well, ain’t it swell

i fall from room from room for you,
cause no-one gets jealous like i do
i’m sick
and my catheter’s a cathode shining pale light that makes me blue

i’m made from fabrications how long til i burst at the seams
i’m more and more tired each time that i die in my dreams

i fall from room from room for you,
cause no-one gets jealous like i do
i’m sick
and my catheter’s a cathode shining pale light that makes me blue

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