How the [bad word] are we supposed to know 
when I’m a monster, the way 
you refuse to die? 
How the [bad word] are we supposed to know 
if were in love or if in were pain 
I’m a tightrope walker 
Can’t find my circus 
and I’m damaged beyond repair 
Now you’re just a coffin of a girl I knew 
and I’m buried in you 
You never said I’ll end up like this or so 
You never said I’ll end up like this no 
Sometimes I dream I’m an exterminating angel 
a traveling executioner from heaven 
sent to give you the prettiest death I know 
call the grave and make our reservations 
You never said I’ll end up like this 
You never said I’ll end up like this no 
You never said I’ll end up like this 
You never said I’ll end up like this no 
You never said I’ll end up like this 
You never said I’ll end up like this no 
Are we in love or are we in pain? 
Are we in love or are we in pain? 
Are we in love or are we in pain? 
Are we in love or are we in pain? 
Are we in love or are we in pain? 
How the [bad word] are we supposed to know 
when I’m a monster, the way 
you refuse to die? 
How the [bad word] are we supposed to know 
if were in love or if in were pain 
Why is my wound a front door to you? 
I my own shadow? 
Why is my wound a front door to you? 
I my own shadow?