This generations a new kind of b.r.e.a.k.a.b.l.e
& you're a new kind of u.n.d.e.f.i.n.a.b.l.e
You make my body ache & my lips bleed like I'm just-another-addict
But you're not just another drug
We're l i v i n g (dying) with our feet over the edge,
travelling way too fast down a one way street.
-With our hearts on the line (thats been already crossed)
Sometimes I think you must be heaven sent, like a fucked up form of perfection.
Because you were my favourite tragedy-
& when I was broken, you got hit with the splinters