Wake me up; it must be a dream.
It would've blown my mind when I was seventeen
that I'd go on to meet someone like you.
Not so fast...
Wait it out; I'll rip this all to shreds.
Over nothing at all, I go and lose my head.
It's so typical of me to do.
I'll cut off my ear and put it in a box
as a gift to you, 'cause you're a total fox.
And I'm sorry I'm a jerk when we have these talks,
but I regret it all as soon as our eyes lock.
Now the blood-soaked rags in the trash are thrown.
I take bandages to cover up the bone...
but your diamond eyes look so alone
and make me always regret my tone.
I'll make it up, if you give me the chance.
I'm not so bad... at least I don't think I am.
I keep on keeping it hard to believe.
Maybe you can find it in your heart
to look past the fact that I'm such a massive idiot.
You're still all that matters to me.