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[Verse 1]
In the garden of your mind
It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky
Just like honey, overflows
The rotten flesh of my own carcass
A fallen angel thirsty for
The blood and gore, a painful sore
When I miss you, I sleep it through
Just so I don't have to think of you

[Pre-Chorus]
It's too hard for me to let go of you
Know I tried to forget you
I really did try, I sleep
Little creep, you make me weep
I promise you I did as much as I could do
To stop thinking of

[Chorus]
You stabbed me right in the chest
And made me bleed, and made me wet
With my own blood, drained with love
It's pastel pink, it's sweet, I think?

[Verse 2]
In the garden of your own mind
It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky
Just like honey, overflows
The rottеn flesh of my own carcass