Sky was blond like her Was a day to take the child Out back and shoot it Could have buried all my dead Up in her cemetery head She had dirty word witchcraft I was in the deep end of her skin Then it seemed like a one car wreck But I knew it was a horrid tragedy Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's And we cry, you're like a birthday Should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you Putting holes in happiness We'll paint the future black if it needs a color Death sentence is now a story Who'll be digging when you finally let me die? Romance of our assassination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde But the grass is greener here I can see all of your snakes You wear your ruins well Please run away with me to hell Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's And we cry, you're like a birthday Should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's And we cry, you're like a birthday Should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's And we cry, you're like a birthday Should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you