put an end to these old things
rubber binds and rubber rings
will you float or will you sink?
we'll find out in the bathtub

exoskeletal embrace
see smeared lines running down her face
will she run back to this place?
just meet me after midnight

archived thoughts and memories
deciding who we're meant to be
will we only live to feed?
or will we break the habit

actuality imposed
with riding crops and pantyhose
bite my lips and break my nose
and never ask a question

blemished bodies bound in lace
sentience has been replaced
we only talk of yesterdays
and look just where it brought us

moving forward hands on hips
jealous mouths birth nervous quips
painting bedrooms with the whips
please don't say sorry after

cigarette burns on your thigh
a pony girl we cannot ride
without joy and without pride
there's no excuse for mourning

cigarette burns on your thigh
a pony girl we cannot ride
without joy and without pride

there's no excuse
there's no excuse