Old bruises, bad news is
Imperfectly reused in a second life taught by second-hand thoughts to breathe when it's blown out.
I like him, don't fight him
When he speaks a piece of his mind, I give the devil his due, and if he gets through it's rude to push him out.
More than anything now, the lips I've kissed the lips you own, the lips I hate, I've memorized.
Turned to demons I can't shake. They burn. They keep me alive.
(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me
Heartacher, backbreaker. Insensitive curator. Practice smashing windows, breaking bones against the wall.
No feeling, soul stealing. If drowning slow's appealing, appreciate your motive's weight when there's nothing else to hold.
More than anything now, the lips I've kissed the lips you own, the lips I hate, I've memorized.
Turned to demons I can't shake. They burn. They keep me alive.
(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me
(Guess I'll be one more hero) (I guess I've guessed wrong)
Hold your breath, speak no more
(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me
