Jane Doe

What if I were dead by you?

My words won’t make a difference; there’s no matter what I’d say or do.

My corpse is going cold, and it’s rotting in the bed with you.

I love the way my blood tastes, although it just tastes of red to you.

So, what if I were dead by you?

My words won’t make a difference, there’s no matter what I’d say or do.

My corpse is going cold, and it’s rotting in the bed with you.

I love the way my blood tastes, although it just tastes of red to you.

Blackish, bluish bruises, I can taste the rainbow.

No illusions, anti-human, I feel just like Jane Doe.

Change me when I die, take a look inside, bury me in my clothes.

I fall, I rise, I’m dead-alive; crawled out my grave, but this time I might stay so.

What if you were wed to me?

The world won’t make a difference, I’m a coin, you’re the head to me.

I hoped our paths would cross, I’d never guess that yours had led to me.

I’ve circles of relationships, come join me as the centerpiece.

What if I were dead by you?

My word’s won’t make a difference, there’s no matter what I’d say or do.

My body’s growing cold, and it’s buried in the ground with you.

My soul’s forever sold, but at least it’s finally bound to you.

On whose side should I be, because I can’t find the angles.

From whose eyes should I see, because I don’t see the angels.

Out there is really scary, I think I might just stay home.

I’ll dye my hair, paint my nails, and change my name to Jane Doe.

What if I were dead by you?

My words won’t make a difference, there’s no matter what I’d say or do.

My corpse is going cold, and it’s rotting in the bed with you.

I love the way my blood tastes, although it just tastes of red to you.

So, what if I were dead by you?

My words won’t make a difference, there’s no matter what I’d say or do.

My corpse is going cold, and it’s rotting in the bed with you.

I love the way my blood tastes, although it just tastes of red to you.