Oct 2015
I want to be beautiful
I want to be bones, 90 pounds, blue
I want to be beautiful,
You'll tell me I'm beautiful when I'm dead, won't you?
Like when it was dawn, covered in fog,
Like when they cut you down, dressed you up, showed you off,
Like when they wrote you stories,
And you were beautiful,
And you were beautiful,
I wanted to be like you,
Tell me how to be just like you
I want to be bones, 90 pounds, blue
I want to be beautiful,
You'll tell me I'm beautiful when I'm dead, won't you?
Like when it was dawn, covered in fog,
Like when they cut you down, dressed you up, showed you off,
Like when they wrote you stories,
And you were beautiful,
And you were beautiful,
I wanted to be like you,
Tell me how to be just like you
I want to be beautiful,
I want to be with the pretty dead
Don't bother bringing flowers,
They're all here in my head
And you can press me between
the leaflets of my awful poetry
I want to be written down
I want to feel my blood running out
Don't kiss me if I have no pulse
My pulse is bruising my neck
to the point where I can't breathe
I want to be
Oh I want to be
So dress yourself up in a brocade vest
Take me to church, put me up in a pine pew
Give me a wake, I'll rise at midnight
And I'll be addicted to you,
I'll be addicted to you
I want to be with the pretty dead
Don't bother bringing flowers,
They're all here in my head
And you can press me between
the leaflets of my awful poetry
I want to be written down
I want to feel my blood running out
Don't kiss me if I have no pulse
My pulse is bruising my neck
to the point where I can't breathe
I want to be
Oh I want to be
So dress yourself up in a brocade vest
Take me to church, put me up in a pine pew
Give me a wake, I'll rise at midnight
And I'll be addicted to you,
I'll be addicted to you
