I'd like to peel the skin off. This winter day. I'd like to pull the head off. This summer fling. What love can do when love's lost. Grow overweight. And smile as if. There's nothing left to say. Wear the cone of shame. Town is quiet now. Like it's holding its breath. Stone marks the spot. You know who you are. They outlined it in chalk. Word to the wise. And the barman calls die. I'd like to peel your skin off. So I can see what you really think. Or if there is anything. Under that cone of shame. I'd like to strip the bone off. So I can see how you're really made. And see how you really take. Your special pleasure. I'd like to pull your wings off. Read your lines like a gypsy. Just as lonely as anything. So infinite. Cone of shame covering all. You're only happy when you're pissing me off. Cone of shame covering all. I'm only happy when I'm pissing you off