Disease

I'm unlucky as hell
But don't worry, boy
I'm sure it won't rub off on you
Underdevloped emotion
Overdeveloped body
They don't mix too well, dear
I remember the first time that
I told you my age
You looked at me with
Such shock in your eyes
You quoted a song at me
"You're hell on wheels in a black dress"
Well I thought you'd like to know
That I'm not a disease
And that I'm not gonna
Drive you to the fire
Although I'm sorely tempted to
Leave you there
So just kiss off, dear boy
Because I break hearts like
The West was won
And that's not gonna change
Anytime coming