How can you love me forever if you're already dead?
Your heart stops beating every time we touch
Girl I can see right through you, and God it ain't pretty, Girl you can see right through me and oh, God it's a mess
How many times must we go through this?
How ever many times it takes
I'm not ok and you're not ok, and man it'll never be ok
I think I'll start a metal band, and scream until I throw up
I think I'll start a metal band and write songs about how we're all messed up
Now I can't listen to love songs anymore
But it's cool man ‘cause I got other stuff to listen to
Like my conscience telling me to get the hell out
God I need some help, I need an answer, I need someone to give me something I need, not what I want GOD, I NEED SOME HELP