Gentile Boyfriend
Lyrics
he said
I know
what to do
with your
black heart
he said
I know
what to do
with your
tiny limbs
you’ll fall
so small
from the trampoline
but it’s the cancer
they find
that’ll kill you
he said
I know
what to do
with your
black heart
he said
I know
what to do
with your
tiny limbs
I won’t grow up
I won’t grow up
I won’t grow up
I won’t grow up
your bent posture
through manor house
that sells relics
to college girls
but tightly wound
through my fingers
it’s your long hair
that kills me
