Tonight I Feel Like Kafka
It's two in the morning
And I wanna drink wine
Listening to kurt singing in the pines
Couldn't be any more hipster if I tried
Father son and holy ghost
Don’t wanna talk
Baby don't touch me I'm made of chalk
Fine pink lace and faceless effigy
And it scares me
to think that nobody
Looks at me that way
Looks at me that way
Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine
Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same
Wanna pierce my *******
and go dancing in the rain
No more cyanide kisses
I'm methylene blue
I love everyone but especially you
Wanna go ahead and pack a picnic
just for two
But it scares me
to think that you baby
Don't look at me that way
Don't look at me that way