Tarsier, Tarsier, Tarsier, Tarsier

It was burned with a lighter
A surprise, how much love hurts
Fer-de-lance as a vision
O' the day he would kill me

He followed me up and down the block in a circle
Each time he passed by, he would spit on my clothes
Other man have choked my own sense of self
Only he has choked my everywhere
Tarsier, tarsier, tarsier, tarsier
Not a vision, an idea of a way to be

Pretty men make the world burn
Dolly piе as a hangman
Gasoline as a vision
Him or me sparks an answer
A black holе is everything a star longs to be

Surprise again, but a surprise swinging from a wire
Now it is only I let to choke my everywhere
I binged before so shit would plume all over his carpet
So much pressure to feel or even say joy
Tarsier, tarsier, tarsier, tarsier
Not a vision, an idea of a way to be