My Berenice Lyrics

A tension much revered
I'll have to tug my own sleeve now
Neutral fugue or my monomania
There's my infirmity
There's she

My Berenice
Cherie
My Berenice

Part your lips for me
The difference is not clear
Am I the paint chip on the wall?
That fixture in the ceiling
What's in the box on the table?
Why is there mud around my feet?
And where is she

My Berenice
I found relief
In thirty two of your
Pearly teeth
My Berenice

They say you dig your own grave, but I dug hers to
If I'm going to be a ditch about it
I shriek I shriek
Berenice