Love Outside Andromeda Boxcutter Baby Lyrics

You’re in my head like a boxcutter, baby.
Are you here to prove all those schoolboys right?
Every afternoon I contemplated the knife.
The sick fact I want to be some lost little boy’s good
Christian wife?
Does your violence want me?
Could your right side love me?
How I live and I make believe.
I want to live and to make believe. Your silence provides a white blanket,
For me to tear and spit on.
‘Cause before you know
You’re in my head like a boxcutter (baby).
And I want you here to prove all those schoolboys right.
Give me an excuse,
Give me the knife.
Sick fact,
Lost little good Christian wife