I promised you would never see a trace
of me ever being human again
But I can't keep it.
I can't live upto it.
I [bad word] in the shadows of a perfectionist
Cutting the corners of my heart until it has no edges
Just a constant need to be covered in bandages
Which restrain and remind of all my failures and wreckages
If love is a dream and I can't get to sleep
You'd better [bad word] knock me out
and perform the lobotomy on me yourself
But wait for now, while I still feel
Both full of life and full of guilt
And with lips of tingling passionate rouge
Make not one more 'integral' move
For your righteous tongue is covered in eggshells
As it licks it rips these wounds
With desperate claws of good intentions
I hold onto my horns.
Always ready to be locked.
Then you say I'm an animal.
And you chop them straight off.