Molten Vole

Plenty of leg room
Lush interior
The flowers were already here
The look on your face
You think it's bad taste

Can things get much worse
Than floundering in my own hearse?
Am I cursed?

You frighten
Me to death
My final breath
Knowing I'm not good enough
For your love

Apologies it's
A little disused
I hope the mustiness can be excused
Your cold reception
Fuels my depression

We'll make a quick stop
To drop the chap in the back off
Poor Christophe

You frighten
Me to death
My final breath
Knowing I'm not good enough
For your love

Time to roll down the window because I'm
Overwhelmed and suffocating
Vision clouded by darkness and now my
Mind is vacating

Goodbye!

Pass another tissue so I can
Mourn for the time you won't get back
It isn't scientific to think that
Opposites attract
No

God help me

You frighten
Me to death
My final breath
Knowing I'm not good enough
For your love

I'm pale as
A ghost so
Don't let me know
That I'll never be enough
For your love