The Past Is a Grotesque Animal

The past is a grotesque animal and in its eyes, you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered

I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate Georges Bataille
Standing at a Swedish festival
Discussing Story of the Eye
Discussing Story of the Eye

It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain?
I need you here and not here too
How can I explain?
I need you here and not here too

I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out
I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author my own disaster
At least I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available
Things could be different, but they're not
Oh, oh, things could be different, but they're not

The mousy girl screams, "Violence, violence!"
The mousy girl screams, "Violence, violence!"
She gets hysterical
'Cause they're both so mean
And it's my favorite scene

But the cruelty's so predictable
It makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it's like we weren't made for this world
Though I wouldn't really wanna meet someone who was

Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face
I don't care

Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart
Let's just have some fun

Somehow, you've red-rovered the Gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you -- no death, no ugly world
You've lived so brightly -- you've altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells

I've played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even Apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death, no ugly world
Sometimes, I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me like I do you

We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
You can betray me
You can...
You can betray me

Teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head with your lilting effects
Project your fears onto me
I need to view them
See there's nothing to them
I promise you, there's nothing to them

I'm so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I'm all, all unraveled

But you know no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires

I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights, we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical now