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