fuck ups

We're perfect for each other

mutually self-destructive

I want to have your babies

shipped off to Antarctica

I'd lock us up in a room

with only a bottle of whiskey

and our mouths for shot glasses

The music you write is part country

part razor blades and heroin binges

Makes me want to live in your veins

suck my oxygen through your bubbling gasps

If this were the thirties

I'd be face first in empty pockets

and you would be fit for the cloth straps

but it's a glorious new millennium

They say we're rockstars and role models

I think of you when I'm too drunk to think

just fuck ups with locked vaults for hearts

Perfect for each other