Moonlite

Got you mounted on a wall
In the back of my mind, he said
I just can’t forget, try as I might
I've got this photo I've tried to burn, but it doesn't light
I stay on the drink, and you stay on my mind

As you were when you were laying just like a two-page spread
From a magazine in a negligee on the bed
By the window in moonlit flesh
So gaunt your skin looked blue and wet
You were my girl, my thing, my pet
To do anything I wanted with

I wanna hold you in my hands
Like a porcelain decanter
Take off the lid and fill you up with liquor
Smash you against the wall and let you fall
To pieces in my hands, he said

I love you so much, I can’t stand you and
I got you mounted on a wall in the back of my mind
And this piece of your soul caught in a 35 mm slide
I see right through you like lace lingerie when I hold it to the light
And my girl, I pray you can feel my eyes
Going right through you

And he drunker he got, the truer he spoke

He said: I pray to God you know
I keep a piece of you locked in my heart
With memories, I can bend into any shape I want
And I put you over the bed, or I break you in half instead
Sometimes you’re my girl and sometimes, bitch, you’re dead