GDP - The Art of Blowing Glass vs The Act of Breaking It lyrics

A pimp like Dumbledore
A whore like Mother Mary
Tele-vanglists keep closets full of fairies
Pet truck stop lot lizards and aged cherry
I saw her crying at the drive-in
Thought her bruises was cute
The sick heart is a carnival
And we're just passing through
Something told me to run
Never could trust the truth
Happiness is warm cum, bang bang, shoot shoot

There are worst things than being alone
Or so it goes, take her number out my phone
And play a song that I know on the stereo
She will come around like a merry-go
And there we go
Menthol lights and diet cherry coke
Her breath smells of formaldehyde
And a thousand guys
When we would drive the mountain side
And try her mother's wine
But, I can never find the time
Cause she's dead behind the eyes
Besides the only chemistry is pride
She's to naive which is why
She always dry heave
And wear the wild fit's to make
The guys scream for ice cream
I need to get my eyes off of her high-beams
But when I try and leave she always finds me
The size queen her skin is paper and her
Spine is just a string
She's had a couple partner's but
It's tighter than you think

There are worst thing's than being alone
I know I know but
I was at a low when I had her at hello
And if I told her once I
Must've told her thirty times before
Just a man taking what he
Needs from the store but she wanted more
And can i bum another smoke?
Sleeping through september waking up
Beside a ghost

There are worst things than being alone
I sold my soul for a firm set of titties
And a shallow barren hole
She said she wishes it was only
Just the two of us
I love you like my first time shootin' up
She said her past has got
Nothing to do with us
Do a bump or two of adderall
And get all loosened up

I searched the cabbage patch nebula and it
Gave me a garbage pail kid
She made all my abortions as true as they is
And every sunset and apocalypse a lost heart
I loved you so crazy I lost
My art Joan of Arc baby, I was lost to start