People like you make me sick So Goddamned perfect I grieve and rather not eat Trapped in the foulness of my wrenched little pen Sick passes suicidal, wondering if there'll be no end (press on your eyes and pretend)
'Cause all I ever get out of love is bumps from beating my head against the wall Scars from carving designs on my arms Terminal schizophrenia, wanting to rip off my skin (people like you make me grim)
People like you, people like you
People like you shouldn't even be allowed in public places It's worse than a riot the random violence of your presence To top it all off you come up to me and talk of filthy sweet things You're worse than degenerate, feeding off of other people's grief (people like you make me sick)
'Cause all I ever get out of love is bumps from beating my head against the wall Scars from carving designs on my arms Terminal schizophrenia, wanting to rip off my skin (people like you make me grim)
People like you, people like you
Hey listen I'm more than a fool, you don't even have to buy me presents We don't have to kiss, you don't even have to mention filthy sweet things I'll pay for your drugs, hey I'll even buy you a sex-date But please keep me near you