Locket to you Under my pseudonym I write In some ink colored blue To tell you the truth it isn't mine you see Cause I've been confused Bending into Whatever penance'll cross my mind For being blind with greed For all the world might leave Before it blows its seed and burns Walking to church Sunday can hurt if you're not god So leave it to her To slowly deter one from their diary Tell it to Paul and he won't cure it all But he can give you some earl gray tea And say you're right to be A better sight to see Behind the aniline and curtains When you're either a pomade nothing Or a line cook crease Peter pan can take your hand and lie Fucking the food Susie can shoot her friend and die to sleep And I can be you Wearing my vocal fry for halloween It's all so baroque With wine in my coat As the holiday goes on for weeks It isn't mine to fault It isn't mine at all I sold my soul to sin and live in hurt