Gunshot Wound

Her face is pale and painful
Her eyes circled and fierce
There's not a part on her body that she would not dare to pierce
Her hair is a gunshot wound
Her mouth always a frown
But I can't keep my hands off her whenever she's around

I like the girls
That pretend they are dead
I like the girls
That want to put a bullet in my head

She hasn't seen the sunlight
In over 13 years
She dwells constantly in misery and the shapes of all her tears
In the daytime she's a silhouette
In the nighttime she's a ghost
But the nights are always times that I seem to enjoy the most

Cuz I like the girls
That bite me when they kiss
I like the girls
That carry a deathwish

Late friday night
We wait in the dark
Locking the door to tear each other apart.