I Slept With The Nittany Liar - Idy

Mind if I hold this hand over top of your heart,
as I search for a pulse somewhere amidst the dark?
Searching for a life form somewhere between the sheets,
and the poison of love spreads with every heartbeat.
A faint taste of blood resides on this tongue,
in your most sacred place, a psilocybin aftertaste.
And, darling, just open up, while I insert this drug
for a few more minutes, well overwhelm our senses.

You cant fly far on the wings of a sparrow;
youre destined to crash into waves below.
Im screaming my heart into this stereo
and learning how to live my life without you.

Mind if I hold these hands over top of your eyes?
Then you wont see the flaws, and then you wont see the lies.
As youre resting your angel head
against my windowpane, Darling, you dont feel pain.
And I listen as cars pass on rain-covered streets,
momentarily wishing that one would just hit me.
And I gladly swallow down your venom kiss in my throat,
and hold on, and pray to God as your love takes me whole.

Love cant fly far on the wings of a sparrow

Cause baby, youre like a lap-dance for a Vietnam vet,
facetiously attractive and so inappropriate.
And this isnt arrogance; this is disinterest,
so hold onto anything, because I am through believing in you.

Mind if I hold this hand over top of you heart?
Mind if I hold these hands over top of your eyes?
I will find a pulse somewhere amidst the dark
inside this unmarked grave you dug for me in the park.