Picking all at my head, she's picking all at my headstone
My scalp is starting to bleed from all the picking done
How could I make it worse? Must've been me being myself
Maybe this could work if I could just be someone else
Falling back on me, don't forget how ruined I am
Falling back on me, don't forget that I'm still the same
I was the ugly earth, ugly earth beneath your two feet
Must've had to fall upon your knees for us to meet
Can you believe it now? Now you've got the time that you need
Find another young, dumb thing and make him bleed
Falling back on me, don't forget how ruined I am
Falling back on me, don't forget that I'm still the same
Waking up the dead, the girl is mad as I had her
Both of us, no, we can only see the end
Still want it to matter
