I don't deserve your tears,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
and it only took me 31 days,
to wreck your plastic face.
You're not my baby.
Open up your chest
and there sits the heart
I lived for,
so I extracted the drugs
from your dreams
and injected them into
a heart that's only half yours.

I know you can't rid the taste
of surgery and you know I'll
only **** you in my sleep.
You know I will send you out to sea
because
that's where the bad ones go.
While you're gone I don't want
to have to write to you.
You're the same as the next one,
and the one before you too.

You'll take it to the grave, my word.
I swore never your heart shall I break.
You're just a little girl,
you know nothing of the game I play.
I feel you are free to betray
as I burn my skin with a wick.
Here's a story about a girl,
enough to make you sick.

You had found a way to crown my fingertips,
oh **** this night!
You'll be nursing a ****** nose,
telling your girlfriends your troubles and woes.
This is not the way to love,
I am brain dead,
thinking in blues and reds.
You're blood, red on the bathroom wall.

Now build your coffin where you'll sleep,
take the red from your sobbing eyes,
ink your skin so easily,
start to think with your chest,
you'll see eventually.
Princess wrecked,
shipwrecked in a love storm.
You've been crying since,
and I can't be your prince.