Medical

En grym låt.

The food that I'm eating, is suddenly tasteless.
I know I'm alone now. I know what it tastes like.
I'm inside your mouth now behind your toncils peeking over your molars
you're talking to her now
and you've eaten something minty and
you're making that face that I like and
you're going in in for the kill, kill for the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss.

I need you money, it'll help me
And I need your car and I need your love
I need your money, it'll help me
And I need you car and I need your love.

So break me to spare parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones.

Ode to Divorce