Park. La Amoureux. Zeneszám

Lover, undo me
For weeks I've waited for your return
My head down, eyes to the ground
My guess is a sure thing, you won't be back

Thank you for a month's worth of wooing
Your warm lips and my body for using
Six shades of mischievous gray
Sprinting through your skinny veins

It's no wonder my sense of perception
Is no better than a sailor in weather
So rough as to spill your guts
The sea swells up just enough
To keep your head up

Lover, undo me
For weeks I've waited for your return
My head down, eyes to the ground
My guess is a sure thing, you won't be back

You've all but consumed me
For days I pray for you to burn
I won't try to relive the nightlife
I had when I had you

La amoureux me defont
With eyes so soft and a labored cough she sighs
Don't come near me
God dammit, I am waving my colors of warning
I am sorry, darling

I'm just so sick of starving
You smile as I start my dive
Hands on hips, impartial lips
Pushed to one side

Lover, undo me
For weeks I've waited for your return
My head down, eyes to the ground
My guess is a sure thing, you won't be back

You've all but consumed me
For days I pray for you to burn
I won't try to relive the nightlife
I had when I had you

And those six shades that I spoke of
Are just acts you try to pull off
Just as a cavity
Swallowing the things you need

Yet you skim what won't repeat
All demands what I've been asking
Your arms like a tragedy suffering from sun
I will cut myself off never to be turned back on

Lover, undo me
(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on)
You've all but consumed me
(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on)
Lover, undo me
(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on)

You'll end up, starved out in some attic
Alone and afraid watching reruns of past times
Your hair falling out in heaps
The bridges you've burned, the ashes you keep