Your girl forever

Dress a girl a letter, Printing numbers on her back. Buy her flowers, Give her powers, Wrapping poison round her neck. One day she’ll leave you, She’ll deceive you, And you’ll be better off dead. So, you won’t get far with that head Unless you break your neck And yet you still ask to the sun If the moon has won, If the war has really ended Or it's just begun. So you’ll dress a girl a letter, And print numbers on her neck. Steal her powers, Buy her flowers, Say she’s better off dead. Oh, you’ll deceive her, But believe her, When she’s messing with your head. Ignore the blood beneath her nails , because you pay for them instead. But the wars already won, It was done and fun, You were caught between a victory, a romance and a gun. So when you pull your head together from the cracks beneath the earth Steal her flowers She’s deflowered Push her back against the world The war was won And you are done You are both swimming in your hurt And then your hand reached for the gun.