cellar door

we walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall, to find you in the bedroom not breathing at all, i drag your body to the cellar where we lay, the wax it melts away, i kiss your face. now we are starting to love you more, your body's on the canvas i painted on the floor, now you wait, like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on, for so long, and oh, how it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone, it's so wrong, it's so wrong. if i could take you somewhere, i'd take you to the darkest place, scatter you in art forms, admire the whore, beauty in different ways, your hands on picture frames, your eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask, now they are starting to love you more, a gallery of your beauty, no charge at the door, as you wait, like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on, for so long, and oh, how it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone, it's so wrong, it's so wrong. and down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes, i lost control your face is pale, your body's cold, and down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes, i lost control your face is pale, your body's cold, wait, like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on, for so long, and oh, how it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone, it's so wrong, it's so wrong. it's so wrong.