God, there's wine stains on my sleeve

Your eyes are closed, head out the window

You're gonna make a fool out of me

And I'm just gonna let you

God, that mouth is sentimental

If I could shoot you up

Kiss my scars, swallow me whole

You're just grinning like bottoms up

This is what they write stories about

This is what they start wars about

Like, what am I meant to do now?

What am I meant to do now?

What am I meant to do now?

Baby, you're not a monster

You're just a little unwell and a little bit sad

Maybe I'll be your sponsor

I know you're in hell but it's not all bad

Just watch, I'm gonna love you so hard

You can hate yourself

Horror is my favorite genre

Come and tear my heart out

God, why can't I tell between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?

I hold my breath and wait for the line where I'm meant to cry

I never quite played the role right

But God, if I didn't try

I tried and I tried and I tried and I cried

But I was always cast to die

This is what they write stories about

This is what they start wars about

Like, what am I meant to do now?

What am I meant to do now?

What am I meant to do now?

Baby, you're not a monster

You're just a little unwell and a little bit sad

Maybe I'll be your sponsor

I know you're in hell but it's not all bad

Just watch, I'm gonna love you so hard

You can hate yourself

Horror is my favorite genre

Come and tear my heart out

Only a week after we came unstuck

Now you're playing house, you shameless fuck

Did you change the sheets? Did your new side piece?

You begged me, "Please don't go"

How didn't I feel the knife through my throat?

I told you I'd rather be dead

You go to say the line but you choke

On the ball sack in your mouth

Baby, you're a monster

You're still a little unwell and a little bit sad

Maybe you need a sponsor

I know you're in hell, say hi to your dad

I'll see you when the curtain falls

And you're gonna hate yourself

Horror is my favorite genre

Come and tear my heart out