Oh this feels like the Kennedy Curse 
And everything inside is dead 
I'm on the fence about what feels worse 
The one leaving or the one in bed 

In a dream she's talking dirty to me 
Just in a language that I can't speak 
Then she kisses my scars 
As she cuts out my heart 
And places it right on her sleeve 

I'm having visions of the way it will end 
I can see it all now in my head 
You will cast the first stone 
My sail will be torn 
I'll lose my vessel to a dark sea bed 

Will someone [bad word] and take my heart 
Get it down in front of moving cars 
I feel nothing at all 
So won't someone [bad word] and take my heart 
And tear it apart 

Oh my thoughts they remain perverse 
And I know I am the first of my kin 
To be born with this curse 
So persuade and coerce 
Because I'm willing to be born again 

Will someone [bad word] and take my heart 
Set it down in front of moving cars 
I feel nothing at all 
So won't someone [bad word] and take my heart 
And tear it apart 
And tear it apart 
And tear it apart 
Just tear it apart