if i’m a bad person, you don’t like me i guess i’ll make my own way it’s a circle a mean cycle i can’t excite you anymore where’s your gavel? your jury? what’s my offense this time? you’re not a judge but if you’re gonna judge me well sentence me to another life.
She lives in a fairy tale Somewhere too far for us to find Forgotten the taste and smell Of the world that she's left behind It's all about the exposure the lens I told her The angles were all wrong now She's ripping wings off of butterflies
I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out, When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.