I tried sewing my lips up
But I suck with a needle
I poked and bled
And this is what you said
"Do you need help?"
Life has no meaning
I stood there stupefied by your pretty face
And spitting blood onto your shirt and your pretty face
I said, "I might love you"
Then I shook and wailed
Tore into myself
I'm so sick of learning how to love
f*ck that
Love is a true b*tch
All my friends say
"You just need to learn how to be yourself"
They don’t know that I'm nothing but the blood running down your pretty face
I'm scared I might love you
In the backstage vanity
I look like Buster Keaton
A husk, a drag
And if I can be brusque
That’s what you want
One day we all die
And if I never see your face again
The vanity will always show me what you left behind
I know I do love you