Sick Love

I try to smile a lot
but I'm always fronting
but I do love a ghost
and at least thats something
He don't talk much
When he does it gets cold
Usually we just lay there
and we hold each other
we're lovers, we don't need others

One of my mothers cats jumped up
on the covers and it scared my baby
guess he doesn't like pets
so I twisted it's fucking head off
at the neck; look baby
it's bloody, it's gone, it's doomed
please come back to my room
I do anything for thee
don't ignore me
this is more than a sick love story
without you i'd bring a gun to school
and i will if you want me to
for any reason

I hate that you leave me
when the lights come on
and if I had it my way
the fucking sun would be gone!