Maybe Iu0027ll only eat with knives.
Maybe everything I swallow Iu0027ll kill twice.
Iu0027m not afraid of endings now.
Maybe Iu0027ll burn your house down
And let those ashes fly,
Iu0027d let those ashes fly.

I could slash your tires on both sides.
I could tell your best friend all your lies.
Youu0027re a coward and a liar and deserve to die.
I could let my rage burn me alive.
But I canu0027t even hurt a fly.

My heart is pure love.
I love myself too much,
You, lucky duck, you
You, lucky duck, you,
You, lucky duck.

How can you still sleep in your bed
Where your tongue wrote fables between my legs.
How am I going to dig myself out
Of the grave where Iu0027ve laid down.
Maybe Iu0027ll drug all the girls youu0027re grooming and burn their bodies.

My heart is pure love.
I love myself too much,
You, lucky duck, you
You, lucky duck, you,
You, lucky duck.

You know I was porcelain
And did all I could do to bend.
And maybe I didnu0027t prevent the break so your hand
Could feel my sharpest edge before I left.
My heartu0027s been paying the price for that one offense.
What hell must you be paying for years, years, years of torment.

My heart is pure love.
I love myself too much,
You, lucky duck, you
You, lucky duck, you,
You, lucky duck.