While I whittle my bones until I'm brittle, am I pretty now? For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me. And now you've got me thinking. I wish I could be a girl, and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend. Am I pretty enough to lie to? Am I pretty enough to fucking die?
I've been breathing air, but there's no sign of life. Doctor, the problem's in my chest. My heart feels cold as ice, but it's anybody's guess. And as the darkness falls, it fills up both my eyes. My life before me like a flash in the night with my arms open wide. Well, it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside.
Oh, you clever little things. The sycophantic teens, what a precious basket case. If I could burn this town, I wouldn't hesitate.
Take you with me. My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the boots on the curb. And I'm still picking up my molars and putting them back in my face. My name was soiled by a last call spill with a backwash swill and the blackout killed me. Sober on impact from a fall from grace.
And I know I disappear for days and it keeps you awake. I almost bend it till' it breaks. I know I like to make you scared, just to see how much you care. I'm never going anywhere and I know you play the same games too. But you keep loosing, I'm too good.
You've been my muse for a long time, you get me through every dark night. I'm always gone, out on the go. I'm on the run and you're home alone. I've been confused as of late, watching my youth slip away.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night. Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night. I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between. And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I'll stay awake tonight.
