Shoveling snow, I'm becoming white noise
Losing the words through the crack in my voice
I lock up the house and don't cover my bed
I cook for myself and beg to be fed
I picked out a suit from a men's magazine
I polish his shoes, I lick his head clean
Leading him out and he's stuck on my tie
He'll wear it like a string that leads me behind
Walk on the surface, get up from my knees
Without the straight oxygen, up here it's hard to breathe
And in the confusion, I could lose both hands
Your cologne is pollution, your violence romance
Eaten alive in candyland
It's so sentimental
Candy is so sentimental
I walk on the surface, get up from my knees
Without the straight oxygen, a queer is hard to breathe
And in the confusion I could lose both hands
Your cologne is pollution, your violence is romance
