In the Dumpster Behind the Clinic
I want you, I need you, to have my abortion
And then I will know that you love me
My darling, I am longing for something so strong
I want you to be the mother of my death
In the dumpster behind the clinic
I'll always remember the sweet things we found
In the dumpster behind the clinic
In bags marked as waste, such lovely things we found
Build me up just to tear me back down
Waste, you tell me you love me, but show me somehow
I want you, I need you, to have my abortion
And then I will know that you love me
My darling, I am longing for something so strong
I want you to be the mother of my death
In the dumpster behind the clinic
I'll always remember the sweet things we found
In the dumpster behind the clinic
In bags marked as waste, such lovely things we found
Build me up just to tear me back down
Waste, you tell me you love me, but show me somehow
I want you, I need you, to have my abortion
And then I will know that you love me
My darling, I am longing for something so strong
I want you to be the mother of my death
Writer/s: Alex Story
