Here amongst the afterbloom
Conscience covers me with doom
Sitting here with nothing much to do

I will seperate myself
Light another cigarette
Inky wounds aching in my chest

I am no less than self-obsessed
I [bad word] as second best
I never wanted to be scared
But all I have is trapped and dead

When we reach a [bad word] end
The epilogues had hung themselves
The scars are in the bedsheets for you to see

She asks me why I love beauty
Through ugly eyes call me unclean
Winter nights closing in again

I am no less than self-obsessed
I [bad word] as second best
I never wanted to be scared
But all I have is trapped and dead

I am no less than self-obsessed
I [bad word] as second best
I never wanted to be scared
I never wanted to be scared
Scared

She said life's made me paranoid
I [bad word] my shoulders kill her pride
Sometimes
It's all that we can do