I wanna be your zombie baby
won't you let me pick your brains out
I wanna tear your heart to pieces
and send it cross town to your mom's house
I wanna give you stitches baby
I'll take you all apart
I wanna be your quiet crazy
and you can be my modern art
I wanna be your bad decision
Hook you up on a sunday night
I wanna be your drug addiction
I'll bring my scale and weigh you out right
I wanna watch you seizure as I throw you out the car
I wanna be your fake prescription
and you can be my dead TV star
I wanna be your car wreck mama
I wanna be your DUI
I wanna be that ditch that eats you up
when you're too drunk to drive
I wanna be that tinted window shattered in the sun
I'll let you be my driver baby
if I can be your soft concussion
You're gonna need me like the bottle
that you can't seem to quit
the missing pieces to a model
that you don't get to fix
and when it's time to leave I'll be your ticket off the map
but you can't look back
I wanna be your old age mama
I wanna be your failing health
I wanna be that overflowing ashtray
you hang up on your shelf
I wanna be that welfare check
that gets you through the week
I wanna be that superstitious icon you hold
when things get too bleak