All & Nothing


Fell in love with a shadow of my former self
Thanks to the work of a fortune-teller witch
She spat out my future
Hand-printed on the back of a birthday card
I took one look at it
And ran straight across town to her house

Don’t worry about the lightning rod
It’s faster if I do it myself
This skin is used to being struck
And you aren’t fond of bad weather
The funnel cloud is forming now
On the outskirts of this sorrowful little town

I don’t care about the neighbors
There’s only room for the two of us
I’m a relatively honest man, but by no means a martyr
And if he ever touches you again
I’ll have his teeth
Just hold still, and bury your head in my chest



Per il mio caro monello, con amore xo
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