She wanted love
He wanted fun

Boys and mascara?
They both run

And I hope you know that I'm waiting

Cause your armed with hate and a hand gun
Girl, get in the car I'm riding shotgun

I wasn't asking for the world

Alcohol and nervous wits
Razor blades and bloody wrists
Deceiving eyes trapped in lies
Can't escape their painful cries

Its good to know that if I want attention
All I have to do is die

Angry people just need hugs
( Or Sharp Objects)

Tell That Bastard You Have As A Father That He Should Have Taught You A Bit Of Honor

Rock bottom is good solid ground
And a dead end street is just another place to turn around

Your Tears Don't Fall
They Crash Around me