Did you know you were the girl that made me hate blonde hair and
I just can't wait, to make you hate me a little more.
And every night that I spend with bloodshot eyes and no end 
and enough excuses to bury me alive.

*CHORUS*
So here I am, a love worn masochist
with hearts carved straight across my chest,
letting the carpet soak up all that's left to give.
When you swear you won't be sleeping,
'cause I can't begin to dream to shut my eyes.
And I'm biting bullets and watching phones for no apparent reason,
and I don't think that I'll make it out alive.

Did you know you were the girl that made love a four-letter word?
I just can't wait, to make you hate me a little more.
You made my head a mess with a life of doctor's notes and inkblot tests
and enough empty bottles to bury me alive.

*CHORUS*

When a smile is a close call and my words caught in my throat,
I'm an inch away from dying,
and I'm lucky if I choke (X2)

*CHORUS*