I want to wear you to bed I'm hanging on by a thread Your tattered shirt is all I have I make love to your monogram Needing you is killing me I desire apathy I need you to hold my head Soak up this blood with bread Feed me 'cause I'm underfed The heart I didn't mean to spill It suffers from a lack of will I can't get out of bed until This deathly pallor is erased By your sweet hand upon my face Anemia I fill my veins with nicotine To change the nature of the need I fill my head all up with shame To change the flavor of the pain These cigarettes are smoking me I had a dream that I could sleep Anemia