If Love is a cancer, you're a pack of cigarettes
You are the answer to a question I won't soon forget
If love is an addiction, you're a line of crystal meth
If love is a weakness, you're a twice torn ligament
Your pain's plagiarized you trauma tourist drama queen
Dead Behind the eyes
Prosthetic personality
If Love's what life is all about then may the devil strike me dead
Baby you're so far behind you're thinking that you got ahead
If love is a promise, you're the fingers crossed behind my back
If love is blindness, you're a pair of cataracts
Your pain's plagiarized you trauma tourist drama queen
Dead behind the eyes
Prosthetic personality
I take two steps forward just to shoot myself in the foot
If only the good die young, guess I'm not goddamn good
