Moth to a flame
A desire for destruction
Sexy's not tame
And I'm such a glutton
I love what's so wrong and hate what's so right and you're no exception
Such a sad little song I sing in my life
Just go disappear
A sweet sacrifice to get my head clear
At least you gave me a song
How perfectly and ironically wrong
What's funny to me is you can't even see
You live with a fear that maybe
Maybe you're worth something more
I love what's so wrong and hate what's so right and you're no exception
You're stuck in a prison with bail bond a million
And you can't even see the clear open door
I stare at those bars surrounding your heart
My miserable prayers playing no part
Thanks for the song
I'm sure you knew all along you'd tear me apart
Get out of my head
Your smell's in my bed
I just need to sleep, forget, and delete
Funny thing is those bars look real close
They're probably mine
Would explain why I choke
I love what's so wrong and hate what's so right
My sad little song I sing in the night
You said you were bad
And showed me your flags
My turn to share all my dirty filthy rags
Bet you didn't have a clue that my trauma bears hues of purple and blues
So here I am, here's all of me
My ugly's not pretty, I get lost in my head
Take the good with the bad, it's not for the weak
I love what's so wrong and hate what's so right
My sad little song I sing in the night
The trauma brings drama and I'm no exception
I love what's so wrong and hate what's so right
My sad little song I sing in the night