Pretty High Maintenance, for a Dead Girl Video (MV)

I can't be the first, and I
Won't be the last, and
Now, you're moving on
I'm headed downhill and fast

I'm counting all of your sins
Believe me writing this list, and you can
Bet your own life
Ignore these scars on my wrist

Drown this house in gasoline and
Strike up that match, be the
Kerosene and drop the
Guillotine
I'm fine, not a scratch, I'm a

Thousand to one, and now I'm
Home, bound to run, you
Never want to last long, so
I'll keep quiet for the fear of being
Wrong

I
Write my words down, you leave me
Up on the shelf, and if these
Old walls could talk too
They'd stay silent as hell, I'm getting

Too good at this
I've got it down to a tee, however
Nevertheless
I'm screaming, can you hear me?

Drown this house in gasoline and
Strike up that match, be the
Kerosene and drop the
Guillotine
I'm fine, not a scratch, I'm a

Thousand to one, and now I'm
Home, bound to run, you
Never want to last long, so
I'll keep quiet for the fear of being
Wrong

Keep quiet for the fear of being wrong,
Keep quiet for the sake of getting on,
Keep quiet but what can I do?
Keep quiet I'm so used to being used
By you

Keep quiet, I
Won't keep quiet for long

Drown this house in gasoline and
Strike up that match, be the
Kerosene and drop the
Guillotine
I'm fine, not a scratch, I'm a

Thousand to one, and now I'm
Home, bound to run, you
Never want to last long, so
I'll keep quiet for the fear of being
Wrong