Did you really expect love from a girl who
compares herself to gasoline
But do you really want a girl who dreams of
lost things every night to love you
I eat chocolate frosting out of the jar
And I always bring a gun to a knife fight
A back alley stabbing with gold bullets
Do you really expect someone who sleeps
With her boots laced and bag packed
To be capable of love
I have mirrors in my corneas so when
I look at you
It appears that you are the only one I've ever seen