I don't want to be this car wreck mess
don't want to drag you down with me...

Oh, beautiful bleeding
of the metaphoric kind...

Maybe i sound repetitive,
because i just repeat myself, change the tune...

Darling, I hate to be predictable,
but I must now be terribley cliche...

Ballerina dancer
winged little feet...

Yes, you say it's all yours,
a little knife held by your heart...

When did we become
little gingerbread men...

Oh, silent sins,
written in icicles upon these walls...

Oh, lovely spring rain,
realistic chill in the air...

Stronger than perceived to be,
even when she's a bleeding mess...

Sweet dreams burning through the air
can you taste them on your tongue...

What happens when the life saver
is drowning in the sea...