I think with my heart and love with my head
Do you see the problem here?
You rip me to shreds
I think with my heart, you fuck with my head
Do you see the problem here?
You rip me to shreds, so tear into me…
I don’t know how to approach without causing a tiffed scene
For the situation is delicate and I’m a pubescent drama queen
With a firsthand awkwardness and an attitude that’s second rate
And a single third-degree word from my mouth could exacerbate
The bad into worse, wrong to right, and the good into questionable
I’ve never known how to react in a way that’s decent and preferable
Because I’ve hurt people too much, and my head is a constant mess
I am just another kid with a mean streak and a biro with a complex
It’s not the way it was anymore, now there’s always a tangible tension
A silent crash of peripheral glares, and a screeching of metal emotions
I’m sorry if I’m maundering, apathetic, and constantly act like I don’t care
But the truth is that I actually care far too much—and that’s why I’m scared.
You walk right up to me
Abuse me on the street
Like a cannonball killing me
You got it wrong brother
Can’t you see? Can’t you see?
Your low self-esteem is held in high regard
You’re so pretentious you should win a goddamn award
Acting sanctimonious like you’re such a class act king
With that attitude of yours, bitch you’re basically next to nothing
I hope you like the songs that I’ll dedicate to you too
Here’s a clue: they all start with a fuck and end with a you
Selfish and portentous, I feel it resonate to my very bone
And yet you goddamn wonder why you are still depressingly alone
With what little redemption you have, gets shredded by your pure repulsiveness
Why don’t you look a little further, you pathetic menopausal mess?
I don’t even know why I waste my words on the waste that you’ve become
Go pick on someone your own size, you narcissistic dick
How dare you have the nerve to call yourself a man.
Won’t you walk on home brother?
Won’t you live and learn brother?
Think you’re a poet? A know-it? At your lowest?
Have you lost it? Did you toss it? Double crosses it?
Are you a loser? No one to choose you? Accuser?
Show me how to kill you
You shed light then she’ll get all broken
Hurry up and get home, my dear
Where the fuck you been?
You say that you’re sick of sleeping alone
But you blow off every chance for you to stay home
We just adore the way you snap at us and revile
So much so that we might even keep our bruises a while
Your insults are faux pas, oh what a shame it doesn’t contrast
With your loathsome attitude the way your clothing does
So relent with the blatant abuse and mistreat us while you still can
The bed’s the only thing that’s not going to be empty when we’re gone.
Can’t you take a purpose
With the shape of a better sin?
You’re so fucking contradicting…
Your high-flung attitude is severely ambitious
You love causing such a scuffle and a mental fuss
But in the end, you’re simply foolishly capricious
And you let me down more than gravity does.
Gentleman in a sophisticated suit of the most exquisite tastes and aesthetic
Fastidious from your hat to your leather shoes, refined with every thread and stitch
With your ravishing habiliments, one look might indicate your manners easily
Pleasant, confident, cavalier, polite, a proclaimed gentleman of this era, truly
But in the end, my dearest chap, it was never the suit that made the man
Because behind those pinstripes hid a supercilious, arrogant, ill-bred, useless scum
If you’re hideous to your very soul, then what use is the beauty of your garments so fine?
Because strip away your dashing suit, and what are you, but a disgusting creature lower than swine?