She

seems

dressed

in

all

the

rings

of

past

fa-

ta-

li-

ties

So

fra-

gile

yet

so

de-

vi-

ous,

she

con-

tinues

to

see it

Cli-

ma-

tic

hands

that

press

her

temp-

les

and

my

chest

En-

ter

the

night

that

she

came

home

fo-

re-

ver

She's

the

on-

ly

one

that

makes

me

sad!

She

is

eve

-

ry-

thing

and

more

The

so-

lemn

hyp-

no-

tic

My

Dah-

lia

bathed

in

pos-

ses-

sion

She

is

home

to

me

I get

ner-

vous,

per-

verse

When

I

see

her

it's

worse

But

the

stress

is

as-

toun-

ding

It's

now

or

ne

-

ver

she's

co-

ming

home

fo-

re-

ver

She's

the

on-

ly

one

that

makes

me

sad!

Hard

to

say

what

caught

my

at-

ten

-

tion

Fixed

and

cra

-

zy,

a-

phid

at-

trac

-

tion

Carve

my

name

in

my

face

to

re-

cog-

nize

Such

a

phe-

ro-

mone

cult

to

ter-

ro-

rize

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I'm

a

slave,

and

I

am

a

mas

-

ter

No

res-

traints

and

un-

checked

col-

lec

-

tors

I

e-

xist

through

my

need

to

self-

ob-

lige

She

is

some-

thing

in

me

that

I

des-

pise

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I

won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

I won't

let

this

build

up

in-

side

of

me

She

is-

n't

real!

I

can't

make

her

real!

She

is-

n't

real!

I

can't

make

her

real!

She

is-

n't

real!

I can't

make

her

real!

She

is-

n't

real!

I can't

make

her

real!