Verse 1:
Soulmate illusive in existence and conditioning
Screams out for help, but no one seems to ever be listening
A girl so beautiful, she's not what they ordered
Parents wanted a devilish son, but instead they got a daughter
Her helplessness attracts immensely unhealthy relationships
Everyone waits around and watches the attempts turn to sh**
Met her in a whirlwind of anger and self-indulgence
A downward spiral we were both on, sobriety just a nuisance
Tequila, whiskey and depression
Alluring eyes, sensous hair and a mouth-to-mouth inspection
Chorus:
The individual who perpetually disappoints is inevitably my soulmate
Needless to say, They will disappoint me
But imperfection is perfection in it's truest form
And I can sink my teeth into an inedible dilemma, a change from the norm
Headstrong feat of nervousness
Blood rushes to the head when it sniffs that quirkiness
Feelings fly around as brutally as professional acts of war
Fists clench when they get a sight of that which came before
Verse 2:
If all turns normal, this would never work
But lucky for me, that'll never happen, there's too much hurt
Collected up in the both of us, incidentally disfunctional lifestyle
Attracts both of us, both to each other, keeps us away from the acidic bile
Of being manic and happy, neither of us want that
Unrealistic dreams and all too honest voices tell us we're meant to be
Waking nightmares mean we long to be together, asleep
Away from reality
Running from the problems we are faced with daily
Standing just outside of the universe
Dark space, the end of all knowledge and the start of insecurity
Takes hold of both of us, holds us down, helps us rise
Contradictive and boring, but still compelling
The dsytopian relationship now is all too real, maybe it's time for us to quit
I ain't gonna be first, though, and never is she
Chorus x1
Verse 3:
3 months pa** and we're in the exact same place, same position
Never moved forward, somehow it still works, it's like a monthly new edition
Same format yet different content, and she has lots of needs
I have lots of problems, we both need to bleed
Depressive suicidal love life of two insanity plagued individuals
Pretty as a parrot with a knife through the nose, imagine the visual
This is gonna last, we're meant for each other, it's never gonna end
The love is finallly coming to me genuinely, I don't have to pretend
Chorus x1