You're writing yourself now
I barely have to look at you
I've got your eyes memorized
I can't decide what to
do
I'm wrapping myself up in vanity
like an altar boy driven to sanity
Boiling water melting off skin
I'd like
to think I'm the victim
Oh please little Chloe
Say you'll be mine
Please little Chloe
I've run out of time
So elegant you are, you seem
With flannel shirts and tiny jeans
with silky skirts and easy dreams
so softly
you come inside of me
I'm wrapping myself up in vanity
like an altar boy driven to sanity
Boiling water melting off skin
I'd like
to think I'm the victim
Oh please little Chloe
Say you'll be mine
Please little Chloe
I've run out of time
It's like thinking of you gets me oh so bothered
There's really not much I would not do to you
I'll let you come
inside you come you come you come you come
to me
Being with you really let's loose the psycho inside of me
