Lyrics
Whatcha thinking bout boy?
Are you picturing my insides outside of me?
Did you think that I would need more?
Did you forget my own knife could cut me?
I'm getting used to it, pain is temporary
There won't ever be room for happy memories
I'm getting used to it despair is so contagious
You can take everything, I don't need it anyway
Hey!
It isn't fair
And it will never be
Hey!
Dust in the air
Is all that we'll ever be
Ever be
Ever be
I can't pretend anymore
I can't pretend anymore
If no one cares it's not a tragedy
I can't think of this anymore
Sympathy's earned, sympathy hurts
I'm getting used to it, rip my womb outside of me
I'm as pure, I'm as pure as gasoline
I don't need you, I don't need you
Cut myself to prove, I don't need you anyway
Hey!
It isn't fair
And it will never be
Hey!
Dust in the air
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
It isn't fair
And it will never be
Hey!
Dust in the air
Is all that we'll ever be
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