Текст: Juliana Hatfield. Anemia.

I want to wear you to bed
I'm hanging on by a thread
Your tattered shirt is all I have
I make love to your monogram

Needing you is killing me
I desire apathy
I need you to hold my head
Soak up this blood with bread

Feed me 'cause I'm underfed
The heart I didn't mean to spill
It suffers from a lack of will
I can't get out of bed until
This deathly pallor is erased
By your sweet hand upon my face

Anemia

I fill my veins with nicotine
To change the nature of the need
I fill my head all up with shame
To change the flavor of the pain
These cigarettes are smoking me
I had a dream that I could sleep

Anemia