You said, "I will build you a bed of cactus,
where you can sleep when the night is too sharp."

I said, "I will cover you with wax and
light your hair like a wick on cold nights."

You don't think of me very often these days,
but when you do it's of me looking for you on the ship,
top deck, just calling your name,
coughing up flames,
placing blame on a silhouette
that sings in the distance.
Did I get caught by some kid,
missing you by a hair with a slingshot I did
no thing, the plane, not delayed, at take off
it had your face, frantic, printed on the wings,
and when this plane crashes into the Atlantic,
will I eat the paint off before it sinks?
Should I masturbate one last time
or would that make me drown faster?
Does it matter? Should I care?
If I survive, I swear on a prayer
I'll spank your ass 'til you hate the wig master,
but put two pillows on your dining room chair.
Look, my hair's a dirty mop for you
to make it get lost, or set fire to
All's I needs a chance to pull my clothes off,
snicker, try harder.
Dude, send me a toy I'll use it
but that's all I can offer you.
You wanna see my panties
is the last thing you ask me.
I want my ring finger in every teenager I see
is the last thing you hear me say.
That's okay, but don't make fun of my night out.
That's okay, just don't make fun of my night out!