maybe i'll drift on until the days come where we are old and we are skin & bones & shit & dying & drool & in nursing homes or maybe i'll drift on until we sit together
on a patio
thinking of all the days
all the things
we could have done
instead of the things
we did do


i have no regrets
just make sure you love me
make sure im always yr princess
make sure im alwys yr junk box
make sure im always yr genius
make sure im always doing experiments
make sure i always have a rotted soul
make sure yr always my lucifer
make sure yr always my saint
tall saint
ill do it all for you

i know we will grow old
it'll always be lovely still like this, right