Pardon the blood, in my spit I was; eating poison oreos, hoping they would kill me. pardon the blood, in my kiss I was chewing on safety pins
Sometimes it's hard to separate what is not and what is real. I find it hard to remind myself, we're not always shitty people.
Clench my teeth, my mouth, throne room of my tongue If my life was film, would anybody watch?
I hope I'm the last guy that you kiss, I swear there's no one better than this, this might be the one. And I pray it's not too early, and I pray we're not too young. (And we're not too young)