my twisted little heart has grown to hate romance
inject it with liquor
and it'll grow a little more
rose petals lose themselves on the wind
only destined to be a passing look
some get caught on fences
and some get caught
in my mind
but none of them taste good for very long
i'm always tearing out pieces of myself and watching them decay
you're always watching me do that
and it's never comfortable, no
no just go away
don't watch me do this