My Body Could Be Yours

I've made up my mind already
I'm gonna paint myself to death
So my skin will look better from the ground
And I've got this bright idea
You should paint yourself to death
So our skin will match when my body's found

Oh, the child inside me knows
I'm just made of blood and tissue
But the man inside me knows that you are too
So let's lay until subtraction
'Til two ghosts turn into one
I won't mind living life conjoined to you

Oh, is it strange
I want you to watch me bleed?
I'd count the times you breathe
Like my job's to keep score
Oh, and is it strange?
You put my mind to sleep
And cut up every dream
'Til my head's on the floor
Call me a psychopath
I wish that I could plaster cast
My veins, my brain, and after that
My body could be yours

With my lack of motivation
And my pessimistic tone
When I'm gone, I'm as gone as one can be
But your arms, they act like ladders
To the inside of my chest
And they help me from myself so casually

Oh, is it strange
You have my every thought?
You have my little brain in the palm of your hand
Oh, and is it strange?
Every word you speak
Rings out when I think
Like a thirty-piece band

Oooh
Call me a psychopath
I wish that I could plaster cast
Your bones, your soul, then after that
I could finally have your hand

Oooh
Call me a psychopath
I wish that I could plaster cast
My veins, my brain, then after that
My body could be yours
Oh, call me a psychopath
I wish that I could plaster cast
My veins, my brain, then after that
My body could be yours
Oooh
Call me a psychopath
I wish that I could plaster cast
My veins, my brain, then after that
My body could be yours
Oh, my body could be yours
Oh, my body could be yours
Oh, my body could be yours