It's 3 in the morning, the building's exploding
God, you're so small
We're packed like rats into the hallway
God, you're so young, you remind me of someone
Bony little slbows and soft bits
You're such a child, such an ignorant
And sometimes I remember
scream,
"NO! You're only thirteen!"
It's 3 in the morning
Did you want to fuck, like you said?
Did you want the clandestine thrill of older women?
Curled in bundles in hallways
The building's exploding
We can't tell when the song restarts
but we like it
we like the flashing lights
such oddity's alright, i guess
i must admit
your bony little child's arms
tucked beneath my chin
are nice, as long as i can pretend they're his