i was born and raised
i constantly walk these streets in a haze
mouthing out words
you're a saint, brand me cursed
if i touch you, don't feel ashamed
spell your name through the breaths
tell the rest there's no chance
if i touch you, you won't get away
oh he's a whiz that kid he's gonna make us rich
oh i don't know why i'm telling you all of this
maybe it's the drink, well you know it's poison in my veins
but it substitutes quite nicely, these days
i died and was laid
on a sunday, they put roses around my grave
you said that you cried
well i was there girl you lied
i tried to touch you, you didn't feel a thing
now i haunt your head, just like you haunted my bed
i tried to touch you, you just called it a migrane
oh he's a whiz that kid he's gonna make us rich
oh i don't know why i'm telling you all of this
maybe it's the drink, well you know it's poison in my veins
but it substitutes quite nicely, these days
your lips were made to be kissed by mine
anybody else is just a waste of time
i told you, well i told you son
it's one and your done