Mad Girl's Love Song - Anna Eriksson

You can call me Sylvia

I’ve seen you walk on by

With your naughty smile

You shoot me high

To the night light, so bright

You can call me Sylvia

You can call me what you like

In my twisted mind

Our stories rhyme

In the casket, we entwine

I forgive my daddy

When I’m under your haunting charms

I know that death becomes me

Loves a bed full of broken arms

I may be mad, I may be broken

But still

I may be sad, carelessly chosen

But still

This is still a love song

This is still a love song

A mad girl’s love song

You can call me Sylvia

And I sleep on broken glass

The dark despair

In the morning air

I wake up and someday miss

You can call me Sylvia

And I think our God plays dead

You can make me crawl

And induce my fall

I still pray for you instead

Please don’t bring me flowers

Flash white tulips above my grave

In these naked hours

Life can solemnly be my slave

I may be mad, I may be broken

But still

I may be sad, carelessly chosen

But still

This is still a love song

This is still a love song

A mad girl’s love song

No one can remember me like you do

Then forget me quite like you do

When you voice so softly soothes me

Then it crudely breaks me

Makes me feel no pain

No pain

I may be mad, I may be broken

But still

I may be sad, carelessly chosen

But still

This is still a love song

This is still a love song

A mad girl’s love song