…because I’m in a 90s kinda mood.
Angst and intelligence. It’s a beautifully lethal combination.
You couldn’t stand to be near me
When my face don’t seem to want to shine
Keep breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She’s got a little bit of something
God, it’s better than nothing
But I think you’re so mean, I think we should try
I think I could need this in my life
And I think I’m scared, I think too much
You left a stain
On every one of my good days
