Louis Vuitton Body Bag

Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands.
 Blew out my birthday candles-wished you were dead.
 Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me.
 Let's give each other lobotomies.
 Slit your throat & zip you up.
 I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
 Tell your friends, try not to brag.
 You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.
 To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves.
 To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves.
 Pretend I love you for another year.
 Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear.
 Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries.
 But these gashes look like self-injuries.
 Slit your throat & zip you up.
 I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
 Tell your friends, try not to brag.
 You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.
 Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home.
 Self-mutilation is like a sick art show.
 Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home.
 Self-mutilation, like a sick art show.
 Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home.
 Self-mutilation, like a sick art show.
 Slit your throat & zip you up.
 I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
 Tell your friends, try not to brag.
 To be ourselves, we must destroy ourselves.
 You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.I love you too.