Nothing scares me more than looking at a mirror in the dark The men with the guns and the ghosts they'll become Are a boring little walk in the park Spend all day looking for ways to waste my time Like crying in a fitting room, kissing boys who hate me too And framing empty valentines I knew a boy who lived his life afraid of his own shadow He had rough hands and we liked the same bands And his touch was all that mattered I keep his name tattooed on the back of my neck Cos I breathe for him forever And when he left me, I kept it the same And I never mind the chatter