I want you,
I need you,
To have my abortion
And then i will know that you love me
My darling,
I am longing,
For something so strong
I want you to be the mother of my death
In the dumpster behind the clinic,
I'll always remember the sweet things we found
In the dumpster behind the clinic,
In bags marked as waste, such lovely things we found
Build me up just to tear me back down
Waste
You tell me you love me,
But show me somehow