Nuclear

You can nuke my heart like a microwave It might be warm, but it can't be made Back to its original state I'm quite used to being sad and soggy all the time You may be completely out of my mind, but it still ache But I'll just sleep it away Linger on my skin 'til my own scent's no more Love's a decadence that rots down to the core Then someone comes around, you simply can't ignore And so the cycle begins Serotonin comes and goes in tiny waves But these days, it's stalled and I kinda like it that way No one to deter my aim Don't know if I'll entertain it the next time But if I do, I know I'll be okay Getting better cleaning messes I made Tears the secret to lift stains that came from blood Then you take a pint from everyone you love Except I'm O negative and only get what I pump But anyone can take from me, ooh Oh, listen to your heart, though it's a sketchy source Oh, it just likes the sensation of being periodically sore Whoa, things that give us life makes us question if we can take it any, any more But we put up anyway