Mr. Teenage NE

(Now I’m embarrassed, man)

She said, “You’re so pathetic, do you have a magnetic plate in your head?”
Cries are still as asteroids, felt like cold polaroid, pictures of them naked in bed

He said, “I’ve fallen into barbed wire, sweeter than you, babe”
She said, “I’d rather have to wiggle my fruit than having to deal with you, again”

Love [rocks] out of saxophones, seeps out of drums, fills the elevators, pollutes the oceans
Puts worms in your heart, [ ] puts spit in your lungs
Couldn’t I kill you and put you out of my misery?

Couldn’t I kill you?
Couldn’t I kill you?
Couldn’t I kill you?
Couldn’t I kill you and put you out of my misery?

[ ] parasites laughing, every tongue [ ] split his atom in a single explosion
He said, “I wish I hadn’t died for every crime against democracy and passion”

But I’m not so forgiving as to [ ] in my mouth, babe
‘Cause it’s not only a bitter taste you’ve left, you’ve left me no pride to dig it out with

Love infests the moon, molests the dead, son, addresses your soul, from the [hair] to the [thumbs]
Puts worms in your heart, makes you’re old if you’re young
Couldn’t I kill you and put you out of my misery?

Couldn’t I kill you?
Couldn’t I kill you?
Couldn’t I kill you?
Couldn’t I kill you and put you out of my misery?