Ba-... (x8)
Baby strange, what does it take to love you?
Baby strange, what does it take to loathe you?
Stuck in occasions unfinished and severed, I'm dead with my eyes open wide
Heaven above you, tired and lonely, I'm terrified
But in an ideal world there'd be a decent conversation and dignified
Unlike the arsehole lovers with the blackmail rules of seizure or suicide, they lied