You've got land mines in your bedroom and you've been waiting for me to come over
To push me up against the wall and blow us both into tomorrow
But I've got rattlesnakes in my bathtub waiting for us to get inside
I hate the way you say that I'm no good, and that I'm not enough
Oh my god, my allegory
Jesus Christ in all his glory doesn't like me much, and I don't like him
Luci loves me (and all my sin)
(And you know that I might be the motherf*cker of your dreams)