 Everybody says you're trouble
And that I'd better not get too attatched
As if I had any control of that
Besides I like losing control
They're telling me I should be careful
But caution is a word I don't understand
I'd rather touch you with a broken hand
Than not touch you at all
And they say you'll break my heart
Tear it in two, you can rip it apart
And if it pleases you then that's a start
Who really needs a heart anyway?
Everyone says you're too pretty
A sentiment with which I can concur
I don't know much but I know this for sure
I melt when I see those green eyes
And everybody thinks I'm crazy
Getting hung up on a crazy girl
But this is such a fucking crazy world
I've no time to feel ashamed
So please use a knife that's sharp
A silver tooth and a throwing dart
To make a wound
Where there once was
A pointlessly beating heart
Now that's a start
Sing to me
Until the light of day
Returns to hit the face of the boring
Yeah, sing to me
About all the silly plans
Unrealistic self-demands
That you're storing
I just want to know you better, girl
So please use a knife that's sharp
A silver tooth and a throwing dart
To make a wound
Where there once was
A pointlessly beating heart
Now that's a start
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