I wouldn’t be so wise to blame all my troubles on you
I got a blushing fist of self pity to use to put a hole in your truths
It’s questionable how you got this far
You got off so many times at the attention towards your false starts

You worship at the porcelain god’s temple
Can’t afford to stain fine china
You can’t pick and choose between victim and survivor
You’re getting far too picky about the girls you disassemble

I don’t care to recall the first time we met
All the bodies you claim never to regret
No, you don’t suffer from the paradox of doubt
You collapse under your ego with or without

No one maims me except you
You get away with it cause I got no prove
If I’m a boy and my dad’s a man
Then keep shoving your bills down the drain while you can

Well, I could’ve hung myself on the flagpole
I could’ve dragged your body across the front page news
But I’ve seen the damage words misconstrued will do
So I’ll keep our secret if you stop putting your hands where your prick tells you to

I wouldn’t be so wise to blame all my troubles on you
I got a blushing fist of store pity to use to put a hole in your truths
It’s questionable how you got this far
You got off so many times at the attention towards your false starts

No one maims me except you
You get away with it cause I got no prove
If I’m a boy and my dad’s a man
Then keep shoving your bills down the drain while you can