Freaks in Love

Freaks in loveTiny freaks in loveI quiver in convulsionsArm in armAnd the thoughts in my headAnd the stains on the bedAt night don’t seem so patheticTiny freaksTiny freaks in loveI hear ’em scratching on the mattressArm in arm in armCh: and you crawl down the stairsWith your tongue full of hairAnd you know that you’re going to regret itEveryone looks the sameEvery arm every veinBut at night it ain’t so patheticIt’s beyond meGet away.

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