The Gallery

Of Montreal - Gallery Piece

I want to be your love

I want to make you cry

And sweep you off your feet

I want to hurt your pride

I want to slap your face

I want to paint your nails

I want to make you scream

I want to braid your hair

I want to kiss your friends

I want to make you laugh

I want to dress the same

I want to defend you

I want to squeeze your thighs

I want to kiss your eyelids

And corrupt your dreams

I want to crash your car

I want to scratch your cheeks

I want to make you sick

I want to sell you out

Want to expose your flaws

I want to steal your things

I want to show you off

I want to tell you lies

I want to write you books

I want to turn you on

I want to make you come

200 times a day

I want to dry your tears

Every time you're sad

I want to be what's happening

I want to be your only friend

I only go all the way

This time I'm not pretending

I can't take the trash

Your trashy friends are catching onto us

They got like fifty personalities

Oh girl, that's so messed up

You see that sculpture on the hill

That's where she cleared me out

Forever

They're monitoring my self conscious massacres, I know

Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable

I want to be a beast

I want to make you proud

And play with your head

I want to take you out

Make you feel adored

And buy you everything

I want to hurt you bad

Make you paranoid

And say the sweetest things

I want to help you grow

Until for eternity

I want to be your what's happening

What's happening