bound to crash

 i was born to be lonely

i'm damaged by default

with a heart that’s exit-only

with a blade stuck in my soul

all i ever dreamed of was

someone who might feel the same

never lost my hope because

well, i must just be insane

and so i made someone up

they could run away with me

then we’d blow the whole world up

aside from other fantasies

these ideas of mine

are just wasting my time

it’s a lovely charm

it’s a firearm

and if i ever were to do it

all of you would burn to ash

these illusions of mine

are just wasting my time

it’s a lovely charm

it’s a firearm

and all there will be left of me

is a fast train bound to crash

i’ve become what i despise

touch-starved, sex-starved – all at once and

rediscovering all my vice

full of pink void that i can’t stand

tell the secret, i must hear it

show me all scars, bruises and cracks

give me your soul, i must feel it

i’ve spent many years holding back

i gave up on what was real

i retreated to my dreams

this is how i’ll never feel

in my life so my head screams

these ideas of mine

are just wasting my time

it’s a lovely charm

it’s a firearm

and if i ever were to do it

all of you would burn to ash

these illusions of mine

are just wasting my time

it’s a lovely charm

it’s a firearm

and all there will be left of me

is a fast train bound to crash

this obsession of mine

is just wasting my time

your sweet scent is a crime,

dear illusion of mine

this obsession of mine

is just wasting my time

it’s a lonely hell

it’s a horny jail

but if it ever were to happen

all of this would burn to ash

this obsession of mine

is a sinister crime

it’s a lonely jail

it’s a horny hell

but what would be if this was real

is a fast train bound to crash