I don't know what I feel insideThe Demon sighs in the dashboard lightsHe lights a cigarette with his fingernailAs he circling our blockNow I don't quite understand about loveThe Demon snacks on a pickled doveHe parks his Nova about behind your truckAnd comes in without a knockChorus:Bleeding out of small cuts in my skinWhite sadness, the Demon, the demonHurt to hurt from hurt comes the new painWhite sadness, the Demon, my demonNow I don't feel like I wanna feelThe Demon waits as we finish our mealHe glares at photos of us on the fridgeAnd then he glares at us for realI often dream about going backThe Demon's eyes go from clear to skunk blackHe gropes your breasts with necessary attackAs you suck his lips of fireChorus 2xFallin' out of favor was my favorite thing‘Til I took the pill that made you real
