go ahead, silly little boy with terrible penmanship
surround yourself with ugly little whores who
grasp numbly for the air you breathe, who'd
lay down their prized hair for you to walk on
who smile a killer's smile, a liar's smile, a
thieve's smile,

i'll still sit not too far from you
knowing that i'm the one your eyes focus
on when they're tired and want something
real, or at least something that actually
does a good job pretending to be.
i tell myself i'm the one for you

(i say it because no one else can)