I think she is trying to poison me
All my food tastes like gasoline
And when I speak fires start around me
All my words sound so f*cking obscene
I keep burning down the local supermarkets
All my neighbors are a pile of ashes
Last night I dreamt I was a fire hydrant
I watched, as you died, in three different car crashes
All I ask, is, I'm not wrapped in plastic
I'll leave you money for a cheap casket