So Why Are We Like This?
Blood On The Dance Floor.
Gender Identity Issues.
Drugs.
Passion.
Sex.
Fucked up mess.
Emotional wrecks.
Anti-harm.
Pro-destruction.
Religion = Cult
Satanism = Perfection
Chicks = Trouble
In every way,
On every aspect...
Of everything...
We're the same.
Not a single word needs to be spoken,
And a whole conversation can be held.
We're so in sync that it's sickening.
It's like the couples in high school
That do nothing but hold hands,
Whisper nothings,
Fuck like no tomorrow,
And are practically joined at the hip.
Well... all that aside from the sex....
The sweet sex that'd be completely repulsive.
The sweet sex we'd only have out of bordom.
The sweet slow sex.
...
I'm an emotional wreck.
A fucked up mess.
And you've cremated all the skeletons in my closet.
And you've never judged me.
And you've stayed with me through my breakdowns.
You're as much of a disaster as me.
Sometimes all I can describe you as is...
"A terrorized victim splitting at the seams,
And only held together by dried tears and vanity."
You lost all your pride by crying so much,
And all I do is respect you for it.
I take more care of you than anyone else could.
We're a disasterous duo made to come down and destroy
Everything not beautiful
Everything genuinley tainted in the way that's viewed as perfect.
You're my toxic twin.
I would die for you,
And I sure as hell know you'd die with me.
As much faith as I want to have you'd be alright
Well honey, you're fucked.
You'd never be alright.
We're gonna go insane together.
We're gonna be so high and in a destorted reality.
Everything's going to be in shambles
By the time we're parting ways.
Something like a goodbye will never be so threatening.
...
The sweet sex that'd be completely repulsive.
The sweet sex we'd only have out of bordom.
The sweet slow sex.
I'd fuck you because I care about you.
Not because I want what you got.
Gender Identity Issues.
Drugs.
Passion.
Sex.
Fucked up mess.
Emotional wrecks.
Anti-harm.
Pro-destruction.
Religion = Cult
Satanism = Perfection
Chicks = Trouble
In every way,
On every aspect...
Of everything...
We're the same.
Not a single word needs to be spoken,
And a whole conversation can be held.
We're so in sync that it's sickening.
It's like the couples in high school
That do nothing but hold hands,
Whisper nothings,
Fuck like no tomorrow,
And are practically joined at the hip.
Well... all that aside from the sex....
The sweet sex that'd be completely repulsive.
The sweet sex we'd only have out of bordom.
The sweet slow sex.
...
I'm an emotional wreck.
A fucked up mess.
And you've cremated all the skeletons in my closet.
And you've never judged me.
And you've stayed with me through my breakdowns.
You're as much of a disaster as me.
Sometimes all I can describe you as is...
"A terrorized victim splitting at the seams,
And only held together by dried tears and vanity."
You lost all your pride by crying so much,
And all I do is respect you for it.
I take more care of you than anyone else could.
We're a disasterous duo made to come down and destroy
Everything not beautiful
Everything genuinley tainted in the way that's viewed as perfect.
You're my toxic twin.
I would die for you,
And I sure as hell know you'd die with me.
As much faith as I want to have you'd be alright
Well honey, you're fucked.
You'd never be alright.
We're gonna go insane together.
We're gonna be so high and in a destorted reality.
Everything's going to be in shambles
By the time we're parting ways.
Something like a goodbye will never be so threatening.
...
The sweet sex that'd be completely repulsive.
The sweet sex we'd only have out of bordom.
The sweet slow sex.
I'd fuck you because I care about you.
Not because I want what you got.