Skin stains are left across the floor
And I know it's cause we didn't speak about the war
My time is only a guess
Faces are like art upon the wall
And I hope [bad word] will break your fall
Guess it's gonna be a love for the [bad word] up kid
Spoiled fingers in a club that's a mess
I've separated their eyes from their chest
And I think we look like the rest
And if you seize the care from the man
He might take his words and wipe doubt from his plan
I know ya did, cause he's in love with the [bad word] up kid
And all the puddles that I decided to explain
And I heard there's a funeral for your name
And they say their lives are better than the tests
And when you came back you cured me with a kiss
Like a glorious fight I wish I missed
Oh [bad word]  I guess I'm in love with the [bad word] up kid