Boy, you've been staring some consumed in the science of the dark
I was following the light from the crimson ghost on your arm
She said, There must be someone sitting at home waiting for you miserably
Well there's not, but there was
She was always down on me
I used to think it was gravity
Now I'm pretty sure it's self esteem
It still doesn't bother me
Entirely in the silence of the dark she said
I don't think that Danzig is that cool anymore
So there she stood half naked but not the half that gets men dreaming
And she talked about love and the current state of the scene
I heard it's not as good as it used to be
But we can always smoke out the room
And see how many shapes we can twist in fog
Let's stay up late talking about God
And those we've loved before until we pass out and dream about war