I am not a piece of cake, I am a piece of war, make up your mind; I want to know if you are worth fighting for.
Own the right razor blade, and shave away our mental sanity, so that we earn a piece of paper; Now we are worthy.
Clutch my heart strings, say you are willing to stay, pluck away your shyness, I'll discard my dramatic; I guess right now, the less time we're together, the less we'll need to heal... Then maybe when all this turns into dust, it won't sting as much.