For better or worse I lay my heart in a hearst
If you think I would hurt or desert you
I vow to use words, every letter straight or curved
To prove I'm the one who deserves you
Been haunted by these miscarried memories
Feeling still born, waking up in the morn
To a white bu*ton up black slack uniform
Conforming to the boring
'Til you whispered me a warning
Informing me I had to settle the score
And since then it's for you I'm performing
I really hope that you're proud of me