Over Over - Xiu Xiu

I know, I know, I know it’s over

Upon the platform, inside the slaughterhouse

Just a slip away from murder

Over

In the night, a mystery should unfold

Where I wish for waking up unaware

But it’s not unclear at all

Underlined in red, on your jacket sleeve

Were the curse blank as a toothache

But it’s not unclear at all

I know, I know, I know it’s over

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know it’s over

Your final descent, ick, ick, ick, ick, ick

Mixing pills and gas with incest

On the plane over

Folded up the last year of your life

Every play you tried to write in school

Venice is the right place to kill yourself

Like a cricket blob in the cactus club

Pass away and chirping in my ear

I know, I know, I know it’s over

I know, I know, I know