I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that Abandon all your stupid dreams About the girl I could have been, my dear 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear Oh, my dear You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that I will poison all your happy thoughts I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box And if you're fine with that You can be mine If you're fine with that You can be mine, oh
You have a mouth so sharp and cruel But I think it’s enough for me, my dear And when I come in quick to steal a kiss My lips will only ache from cuts, oh, my dear And you don’t need me for your well But could you be a vessel for my good intent? It’s okay to break my pretty things, And I don’t think I’m that ripe of everything And I’m fine with that Can I be yours like that? I’ll hold on tight to all my dreams About the girl you’ve always been, my dear ‘Cause in the night I ache with all the feelings That you won’t return, my dear Oh, my dear I’ll take a bullet so this lasts Desperation won’t erase the fact You’ve always had All those answers in that cigarette box, Oh, I need that answer right before the other shoe drops And I’m not blind to that But I am fine with that Oh, you will ruin me Oh, you will ruin me It’s a habit, but can you try to help it? And I only mean so, so well For once, can you be a vessel for my good intent?! I don’t mind about the pretty things And I am already dry of everything And I‘m fine with that I am fine with that You know you’re my only happy thoughts And I love you like the pain in a third-degree burn And if I’m fine with that Can I be yours? And if you’re fine with that Can you be mine? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ha!
