Weird

You say you have been weird since morning
Headache, Heartache...A sudden nostalgia.
Digging up the corpse of the past
And wiping your hands with new memories.
Hissing there and spite here,
Old Wounds preserved for all you care.
It is all part of feeling Weird since morning.
My little porcupine princess,
Too hurt to heal,
Flushing out words ans kisses,
All ready for a kill.