Oh this feels like the kennedy curse. Ad everything inside is dead. I'm on the fence about what feels worse. The one leaving or the one in bed. In a dream she's talking dirty to me. Just in a language that I can't speak. Then she kisses my scars. As she cuts out my heart. And places it right on her sleeve. I'm having visions of the way it will end. I can see it all now in my head. You will cast the first stone. My sail will be torn. I'll lose my vessel to a dark sea bed. Will someone just come and take my heart. Get it down in front of moving cars. I feel nothing at all. So won't someone just come and take my heart. And tear it apart. Oh my thoughts they remain perverse. And I know I am the first of my kin. To be born with this curse. So persuade and coerce. Because I'm willing to be born again. Will someone just come and take my heart. Set it down in front of moving cars. I feel nothing at all. So won't someone just come and take my heart. And tear it apart. And tear it apart. And tear it apart. Just tear it apart