Spider Veins on Once Perfect Legs

I once held her mirror up so perfectly
Seamstress, seamstress
Sow me into your pockets my fingers
My love handles so perfectly sown
Into the most handsome shirt ever

And I saw an image pop up on  my television
Jump up on her tippy toes
Tippy toes
And plant such love sick kisses
On departing lovers

Sometimes it seems like I'm always
Always rubbing that ointment
Over spider veins on once perfect legs
She used to go swimming
She used to have her nips
Just popping right up above her sports bra

Sexy can I?
Oh give it a fucking rest
She hates it when she gets dope sick
He hates it when she's such a bitch
Sometimes lover
My hand gets so tired
From holding up that perfect frame
To your pretty portrait
Prostrate cancer
Cihrossis of the liver
Drake songs with satanic overtones

I spend all of the Spring
Being moody and talking shit
Well darling
You could call me back
So I'll finally have the chance
To say
Fuck off but it comes off of my lips as
I love you

Oh shove off...