Never Been to Paris

I am "Skull of a Skeleton
With Burning Cigarette"
You can hold my throat wide open
And build a well out of my neck
I need a bottle of water
A better plan for my demise
Some martini sipping darlings
Have thrown sugar in my eyes

Let them see only sweet things
Let them see

Tendrils of smoke embrace me
In the likeness of a terrified heart
But it doesn't make a difference
If you were my Valentine or not
There's movement in the corner now
Of an oily crooked mouth
And a whisper in my ear
Is telling me I hear too much

So I might cut it, cut it, cut it
I'd cut it off

My eyelids feel heavy
My eyelids feel so heavy

I've never been to Paris
And I don't know a lot about love
But I recognize a dead heart
When I see one
Memory that tries to rob
The stiffness from my upper lip
Like a baby crawling on the ceiling
Or a raven on the sill

So I shut it, shut it, shut it
I shut it out

My eyelids feel heavy
My eyelids feel so heavy

Punish yourself
What did you say?

My eyelids feel heavy
My eyelids feel so heavy