Where the hell did you come from
Outer space or heaven above
Short of breath my long-lost love
I can’t believe my eyes
Are you for real
My life before was such a mess
There’s no use dwelling on the past
My broken heart was in a cast
Then you showed up and it began to heal
Because you’re the only thing that matters
Because you’re the only thing that’s real
Because you’re the only thing I’ll never let go
Because you’re the only thing I feel
Someday you’ll come back to me
And I’ll say something bitterly
And you’ll go racing toward the kitchen
Grab a knife erase my vision
Take my flatscreen television
And my paintings by Marylin Manson