You’re beautiful
You were new the second I saw you
How can you be so ******* ugly?
And every time I look at you there’s always two
Would it **** that one if I made love to you?
Maybe, god help me, it would **** me, too
The ones I should hate, I love
The ones I should love
Consume
Look at them, baby
They look right through
Them strings sing to the walls but them boys won’t sing to you
They sing to the walls and you look like them, too
I wrote this for her and I’ll write it on you
You look just ******* like her
Write it on your face so I can look right through
Look at me with truth!
What do I have to do?
I am manic depression to you
Fueled by passionate rage and I live to consume
I was new the second I saw you and now
I don’t know what to do
Listen to Jimi, baby, he’ll walk you through
I have a little red button over my heart and it’s grown
It’s true
And one day when that button gets big enough I’ll self-destruct
Molotov to something new
Has anyone noticed that part of my heart?
Which part was it that you wanted to see again?
Oh yes, to the left
Not to be self-righteous in this moment
My eyes glazed over, too
And I run the gauntlet of names to scream in this moment
Whatever it takes to make me look at you
We **** like animals so we don’t have to look at you
We **** like animals with our eyes closed so we can see two
I am your doppelganger and the second you saw me
You knew