When the flow is over
You roll into your bed
Getting dizzy on purpose
The only way to get away

Runnin’ through the clover
Would be better instead
But she took the car with her
And all of your sweatpants

If she grinds in pieces your heart
Uses your aorta like a drinkin’ straw
Then you don’t have to complain
Or make a big deal out of it

While you tear out from in between your teeth
The shreds of flesh of your last victim
‘Cos everybody has got blood on their hands

Here’s one more hangover
Straight into our head
And while she cradles babies
You’re rockin’ broken packs of meds

There’s plenty of fish in the sea
Or this is what they said
But inside your fishing net there’s
A crabshell and a dead seagull

If she grinds in pieces your heart
Uses your aorta like a drinkin’ straw
Then you don’t have to complain
Or make a big deal out of it

While you tear out from in between your teeth
The shreds of flesh of your last victim
‘Cos everybody has got blood on their hands