I want to wear you to bed

I'm hanging on by a thread

Your tattered shirt is all i have

I make love to your monogram

Needing you is killing me

I desire apathy

I need you to hold my head

Soak up this blood with bread

Feed me 'cause i'm underfed

The heart i didn't mean to spill

It suffers from a lack of will

I can't get out of bed until

This deathly pallor is erased

By your sweet hand upon my face

Anemia

I fill my veins with nicotine

To change the nature of the need

I fill my head all up with shame

To change the flavor of the pain

These cigarettes are smoking me

I had a dream that i could sleep

Anemia