Horror Star

What a real son of a bitch you are
Dressing up just like my favorite horror star
Yes you do

And it's true
I got a broken arm tattoo
And a fallen eye that sees right to you
Breaks and bleeds through all my favorite clothes

It's hard to say
It's hard to say
Yeah it's hard to say what that means to me

With me you're a lonely woman
And with me I'm a lonely man but
When we start shooting we start falling
And that had to be our plan

What a real son of a bitch I am
Dressing up just like my favorite broken man
Yes I do

And it's true I got a poison rind for you
And a swollen throat that sings quite clearly
Breaks and bleeds through all of your bad nights

It's hard to say
It's hard to say
Leave it here, I'm leaving, don't be talking bout it, just gotta let it be



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Baker
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