Melanie Martinez

We paint white roses red,
Each shade from a different person's head.
And this dream, dream is a killer,
Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar.

I need to kill you -
That's the only way to get you out of my head.

I can't stand her whining,
Where’s her binky now?
And loving her seems tiring
So boy, just love me, down, down, down.

I see things that nobody else sees.

If you want a little more confidence,
Potatoes turn to french fries, yeah it's common sense.
All you need's a couple more condiments
And a hundred thousand dollars for some compliments.
It's such a waste,
When little girls grow into their mothers face.
But little girls are learning how to cut and paste,
And pucker up their lips until they suffocate.

If I am just a piece of cake,
I am just a piece of cake,
Then, you're just a piece of meat,
You're just a piece of meat to me.

If you weren't born with it
You can buy a couple ornaments.
Just be sure to read the warning, kids,
Cause pretty soon you'll be bored of it.
Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual,
You can always call up a professional,
They stick pins in you like a vegetable.

You seem to replace your brain with your heart
You take things so hard and then you fall apart
You try to explain, but before you can start
Those cry baby tears come out of the dark.