I'll do all the things I shouldn't do
And tell myself I'm bad
I never listen, never learn
No wonder you get mad
You're so much more than I deserve
So patient and so wise
You're everything I thought I was
What a fucking surprise
Our love now relies on bubbles
Of non-polluted air
And now that only one remains
We can't afford to spare
'Cause in this last air pocket
Lives our stitched-together hearts
Peacefully beating
Until they're ripped apart
Forget about the other girls
I'm the only one you need
They'll never love you like I do
My emotions are full speed
And it may have its downsides
This intense lifestyle of mine
At times you won't be happy
At times I won't be kind
But with extremely painful low
Comes an apologetic high
Like ecstacy you've never felt
So good you wanna die
You're like tourture so delicious
Make me scream and make me sick
I hate it and I love it
There's no one else I'd pick
My depression makes you hate me
Which makes me hate myself
Yet you still seem to chose me
Over everybody else
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