Your precense does wonder for my vanity

You you know, or better, you should know

That the amount of times you stare at me

Equals the amout of ego I go home with

You were always that charming at least to me

Baby, you make me as pretty as a car crash

The big scary ones, where everyone you love dies

And I both hate you and love you for that

I hate the way you keep coming back

Like some fucking desiese that the aspirin

Nor the alcohol&light drugs

Can get rid off or numb away

Because it’s almost like I’ve glued you to my eyes

So everything I see has you inside

And baby, that’s just not right

I don’t like your eyes on me

And even when I tell myself it’s just because you’re surprised

I still wonder why you even care to notice

I hate you for only liking me when I’m almost naked

“How shallow are you?,” She whispers.

“How desperate are you?,”He laughs back.

You were my number one heartbreak

And I was your number one victim of faith

And I hope to god love is out of fashion this year.