Mineral Hill - Dumpster Fire Lyrics

Why won't you believe me
Half the time I'm telling the truth
You can be my Lincoln
I will be your John Wilkes Booth
I may be a train wreck
I might be bizarre
But you can still warm your cockles
On a dumpster fire

What if my fear of
Pain keeps me from
Loving all the way
All those brilliant Colors, lamely
Fade to Gray

There's got to be more to life, she said
The grandeur, and the kink
I said, darlin', that's beautiful
Let's sleep all day, then drink
I get to work, I start to cry
I whimper and I sweat
It's almost like I wonder
How f*cked up can I get
I will be your scapegoat
I will be your dog
But. If. You. Want. Intimacy
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