I'm coming apart at the seams
Pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams now
Doc, there's a hole where something was
Fell out of bed,
Butterfly bandage, but don't worry
You'll never remember, your head is far too blurry.
So boycott love
Detox just to retox
And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life
And perfect boys with their perfect lives
Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy
I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine
What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet
