I've been thinking about drowning
Is it better or worse alone?
And I'll wake up halfway through my sheets
And dream of seas below
Would you cut my hair and break my bones
Knowing I'll be gone?
When I return from sea drenched and weak
Would you take me back from the world?
You were spitting blood into the sink
And my hand shook holding your hair
Then you smiled a crimson grin and winked
Oh it's only teeth my dear
I would be your prince of the passenger seat
Playing songs while you dance with the wheel
I erase that part of my fantasy
Cause I'm not your type of girl
Oh it's only teeth and you're so sweet
But I'm not your type of girl