Percolator

Come on, baby, get me high
There's always something new to buy
I cry all the time, I think that it's cool
I'm in touch with my feelings

I have always loved the door
But I will always love you more
I love metaphors, swimming in your pool
I am pregnant with meaning
Could I be more appealing
Writing slurs on the ceiling?
Come on, BABY, YOU'RE BLEEDING!

I'm gonna die in a getaway car
I haven't tried, but it sounds too hard

I'm not scared to lick the floor
Cause I have sucked on something worse
Straight from the adored
Myself over yours?
C'mon baby, keep dreaming

Don't you know I AIM to PLEASE?
I'm everybody's favorite tease!
Put your hand on my knee
That's what friends are for

Well, I think I'm still breathing
While my parents are sleeping
I am sick, but I'm speaking
My boyfriend is freaking
My conscious is fucked and my judgment is leaking and

I'm gonna die in a getaway car
I haven't tried, but it sounds too hard

All of my friends never understand
You say that I make you feel like a man