Tonight I Feel Like Kafka

It's two in the mornin' and I wanna drink wine

Listen to Kurt singin' in the pines

Couldn't be any more hipster if I tried

Father, Son and Holy Ghost don't wanna talk

Baby, don't touch me, I'm made of chalk

Fine pink lace and faceless effigy

And it scares me

To think that nobody

Looks at me that way

Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine

Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same

Wanna pierce my nipples and go dancin' in the rain

No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue

I love everyone but especially you

Wanna go ahead and pack a picnic just for two

But it scares me

To think that you, baby

Don't look at me that way