She waved the red flag. Someone charged -- head down. They had to cut me from the wire -- shrouded -- red rosettes. She stood there laughing as they tied me to the bed, and sped me off to casualty ward 33. No coffee, no cigarettes, no cozy chats with white coat zombies mumbling through the masks of poking plastic tubes. They sewed my mouth together. I couldn't move, but still I whistle in the dark, and you come running, laughing, armed with red carnations, fleshy grapes that you can wave before my face and eat so slowly. Oh, you always had good taste, and now you're wearing yellow. That's my favorite. Touch my hair, and listen hard because I'll purr. That's how I show affection now, you know. Love hurts, but I'd do anything for you. Anything for you. Anything. And Everything.
Lyrics submitted by dalara