We Dress Up Like Snowmen

Consult your mouth, flapping wings beneath the bed

You lay down your innocence, though it is just half dead

It has crawled here to rest... and slowly it will die

So run your fingers through my skin

And I shall be made your music

We must ride the rougher paths to bliss

I can do it with a kiss

You were sitting on my Xmas tree

And you were looking down at me

Well, I went to the movies for three years

And I heard that you were busy going in and out of therapy

So you lost all my money and I cost you all your friends

They do not want to talk to you, but I do, I do, I do!

So we dress up like snowmen and run around your garden

Chanting "David is the monster!"