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i've got a virgin singing of death with her hands on the back of my neck but every girl's name that i have been trying to forget has gotten caught in my throat like they're all still in my bed and i'm stuck on that scene in the silent film with bad lighting and all the lines i've been reciting have made her lips look so inviting but i tried, i tried to turn and leave but she kissed me, yeah she kissed me as if she believed in me i am a bad artist with impeccable taste so all my best works always end up in flames and i love my slow killers but i just can't wait i can deal with the pain, it's the suspense i can't take i keep hearing the call out, but it's a fucking setup the cops are all waiting in vans down the block and i am not a good man, no, i've got blood on my hands so sell me out, i'll understand. when she was holding me tight i told her all of my lies that i had stole all my lines but she had known the whole time oh baby, i am a bad artist with impeccable taste so all my true loves always end up in flames and i'd quit my slow killers but i'm too afraid Songtextei can deal with the pain, it's being alone i can't take i keep falling in love, but it's a fucking setup cause i know what's waiting for us down the block i'll have my hands in the air, and i'll be saying my prayers but someday i... i won't be scared and i won't need pills or bottles and i won't need love at all and i won't need you, and i won't need you, and i won't need you but even poets are just drunks with diaries and actors are liars with better memories and atheists will die hummin pop songs out of key and that's how you'll find me. oh that's how you'll find me. so please just find me. oh come on, just find me. oh god, just find me. Aus Songtexte Mania