Bathroom mirror laughs so hard Scribbled lipstick shouting truth Years of whatever, decaying youth And I'm sorry but I think I cannot love you At least not tonight No I think I cannot love you I think I'd rather fight Rusty eyes and sleepy heart What comes together comes apart But all she ever stole The myth of love to make her whole Grasping for air in a room full of cyanide It's only a matter of time Before it all comes Crashing down Hoping for, for a miracle And I waited here to watch you Watch you brace yourself For when it all comes crashing Another story You could have been a h**ne It could have been a fairytale You could have flaunted rosy cheeks Instead of fading into pale And you think that they might cry But you, you will be careless You'll be an angel Busy learning how to fly Never sleep and never rest Not with those cramps inside your chest Never without nightly sin Atropine, your h**ne