I think my fatal flaw is the concept of perception
Is my perspective of the world a product of self deception
I think, and I swear to God that I'm not here for more
Cuz all the things you broke still lie beneath my dresser drawer
And I'd like to pretend that I still don't want you back
But instead
I'd buy a monster in your honor
Rip a city clean in two
Find another f*cking lover
And pretend their name is "you"
Grab a bite, go to the ball
I hope I never see it all
Because I think I'd self destruct before I'd fall
Each smile line on your old face
Is looking like a big old case
Of forgetting what party drinks tasted like
Doesn't a monster sound so nice
Because everyone is worthy of being loved but everyone thinks I'm not
Everyone should get enough to live but I could live off my rot
So it's rather ironic that my life just kinda bores me
I'd rather cry over someone else than my own tragic story
I read and I write because it's the nicest f*cking thing
To imagine that I'm not just a statistic
I'd buy a monster in your honor
Rip a city clean in two
Find another f*cking lover
And pretend their name is "you"
Grab a bite, go to the ball
I hope I never see it all
Because I think I'd self destruct before I'd fall
Each smile line on your old face
Is looking like a big old case
Of forgetting what party drinks tasted like
Doesn't a monster sound so nice