In my dreams I am a hero
I plant flowers in the wasteland
In my life I am like Nero
With a grudge-list and a harpoon
In my high school yearbook I was voted
Least likely to succeed
It's better than being voted
Most likely not to breed
Regicide is easy when don't have any bread
You can storm the bastille
With your thoughts, your fists, your legs
If someone built my home, my throne
On concentrated quicksand
You could just add water and watch me sink
To all of your demands
If you loved me
You would at least try to make me feel sorry
If you loved me
Maybe, baby
You would break my nose
And if I didn't love you I'd apologize
Instead of setting fire to all your clothes
Instead of setting fire to all my clothes
My minds a crumbling cliff
And it's full of skeletons
It's my way of living
In the present and past
If you dig through the layers
You just might find my mom
Twenty and skinny in a white sun dress
Back when love was presocratic
I ran all those stop signs just to be dramatic
Emotionally consistency was achieved with superglue
I was unwavering
But you too were unmoved
If I hated you it would be so easy, dear
If I hated you maybe I could get some sleep
Instead of standing with your bedsheets stiff with stains
Over my head so everyone can see
What kind of ghost
You've been making out of me