I want to be a monster
I want to make you sick
Wanted to be blissful
No alternatives to pick
I know just how you look at me
I'm so proud to be your freak
But can you tell me when you're dreaming?
I've been waiting here for weeks
The road we use is winding
The gears that turned are grinding
And for the first time it feels like
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say
Just a fucking liar
That's all you ever were
Sometimes you kept me happy
Just co-incidence I'm sure
I know just what you think of me
you think that we're both whores
But can you tell me all your nightmares?
'Cause I'm kind of getting bored
The road we use is winding
The gears that turned are grinding
And for the first time it feels like
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say