Heaven's in the details.
The intersections.
The line between devotion,
Hatred and affection.
I found perfection,
In imperfection.
In broken noses and other things.
'Cause if you're broken, everybody's broken!
Everything aches like a knife in cake.
Crash course,
Like a mosquito.
Underneath an elbow,
You can't go
Off into the evening
Without even thinking!
True love and the afterlife.
Two sirens you m-m-m-m-m-m-might
never find so why waste your time
chasing a fallacy?
She says she loves the sound of cars colliding,
Pigeons hitting windows,
And bridesmaids crying.
It's the little things that make her heart sing.
A crooked finger,
A naked neckline.
She rips the zipper,
Kicks the table!
Oh my stripper, she has no navel!
True lust and the aftertaste.
Two sirens you m-m-m-m-m-m-might
Never find so why waste your time,
Searching for a movie scene?
True love and the afterlife
Two sirens you m-m-m-m-m-m-might
Never find so why waste your time,
Chasing a fantasy?

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