Cordelia's Song

You make me bleed, thats what I used to write this song down

I know I'll prolly drop dead before this comedown

I can't tell, are those the club lights or the cops now

The neighbors prolly called 'em 'cuz they heard me scream my lungs out

Last night, you slipped me poison in that tongue kiss

You got me dry heaving, hoping for the vomit

I cant stomach this, it's something I dont want to admit

I might just be another fallen angel, under a bridge

You built me up just to watch me crash and burn when I fall

Am I your little novelty model rocket

Just another figurine for your centerpiece