Sentimental Surgery

No I'm not OK I'm a fucking emo cliche Jamming all the sad songs Cut me open I need sentimental surgery Say anything to drain the misery Under my skin Cut me open I need sentimental surgery I've been feeling on the fringes Dark clouds painted on my fingertips I hope it's only a phase But I'm cynical Got this shadow on my shoulder Thought that once I'd gotten older That it'd fade Now I'm afraid That it just may be clinical I can't remember why everything changed Into a mess Now I confess Only romance is chemical Shut down again, like "When will this all end?" Are we living or just surviving? No I'm not OK I'm a fucking emo cliche Jamming all the sad songs Cut me open I need sentimental surgery Say anything to drain the misery Under my skin Cut me open I need sentimental surgery I've been trying not to get my hopes up That there'll be an end in sight That black dog you heard about's an animal Got this devil on my shoulder Tells me that I'm getting older Romanticising death And I'm aware that that's regrettable I can't remember why everything changed Are we living or just surviving? No I'm not OK I'm a fucking emo cliche Jamming all the sad songs Cut me open I need sentimental surgery Say anything to drain the misery Under my skin Cut me open I need sentimental surgery