Songtext von Kerosene

With kerosene I think I'm gonna torture her tonight and all the words that she wrote down were written off and torn out of my spine just to spite what we once were crease the pages close the curtains put your hands all over me yeah write those ugly words or pack your bags and run away you were always good for that With memories I think I'm gonna torture her tonight all the words that she wrote down with cut her up send shivers down her spine If you fly away across the sea fill me out a postcard there but don't send it roaming back to me there's a better place for words to be dig a hole a keep them there the place where you can bury me