Lyrics
I wanna rob you of your game face
so I can cower beneath your words.
Cause I'm a freak from the same place
let suicide make a meal for birds
Into your heart, I've got the dagger;
the metaphor will suffice for now.
Get in my bed, i wanna kill you;
Show you mine if you show me how.
I get angry,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get nasty,
When you're around, when you're around.
She slit
her wrists
for attention
in 1996.
She slit
her wrists
listening to live through this.
So here I am, will you deny me?
Metal now, but I've always been.
Lets make a toast.
Lets do the oil spill
Let the seagulls pick out the sins.
I want it now,
I want the danger.
Give me strength and I'll give you wings.
I get angry,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get nasty,
When you're around, when you're around.
L-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w
I get angry,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get nasty,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get angry,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get nasty,
When you're around, when you're around.
