ur sleeping on the couch

this isnt who i am

i don't wanna read the romance in my words no more baby show me the blood show me the gore show me the girl i was before show me the knives i throw show me the cherry cigar smoke show me my cold-frozen-cement heart show me the bitten down bones show me the blurry vision bloodshot eyes yellow teeth a bunch of white lies, baby, show me red.
you're pulling it out of me, baby, pulling out the red and filling me up with yourself. fillin me up with sunshine and daisies and sparkling white wine filling me up with cotton candy and love. i ain't used to this, baby, but your hollow-point smile's left me battered and bruised and (oh, toto, i don't think we're in kansas anymore!) tasting stardust in my tongue.
you're left me technicolored and chirping, baby, i'm all smiles and herbal tea. i don't wanna read the romance in my words no more darlin, i wanna scream it from rooftops at five in the morning baby emotions like these deserve to be seen heard tasted and devoured.