Stealing by instinct
He ignores the mind shrink
He copes through the blood and drinking

A rose colored lip sync
That just makes their hearts sink
And he claims just not to be thinking

Slip through the haze now
Stuck in a faze now
Is his life worth escaping this for?

BJs and ballets
Don't hold to fa├žades
As he drops his whiskey to the ground

And he hits the floor
Calling her his whore
Despite the fact that she still loves him

He's no glory god
He's not even odd
The man is just your ordinary mourner

Their love for him fades
So he takes out the blades
This pride-inducing heartache lets him do it

Stealing (hearts) by instinct (to kill them)
The blades infect his wrists