Love is a Cancer

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 no goddamn good