Hedonism

Come my poor heart come, old friend true and tried

Lies before the casm, gaping wide

With long sobs the violin throbs and cries

With long sobs the violin throbs and cries

What the hell are you doing here, What else can I say

I lied to you with every hour, every hour of every day

Now why can't we be like you and just f*** our pain away

Is that the sun coming down, threatening to break

Or just the part of you that I could never take

With long sobs the violin throbs and cries

With long sobs the violin throbs and cries