Picture this, a perfect dream
But the kind that keep
Your bedsheets clean
I'll paint for you
The darkest scene
With brushes made of gasoline
Flick my cigarette
At your propane truck
Then I'll look in my mirror
As you blow the fuck up
I never wanna see
Your face no more
What the fuck we fighting for?
I heard you bought the liquor store
I guess I'll never drink again
Your ignorance is overwhelming
Listen to this dream I'm telling
Paint for you the darkest part
Hit reset and then restart

Lost inside and magnified
Looking pale, I must have died
Waiting on the floor
Buried in the floor
Lost inside and so confused
Black and blue
And always bruised
Can't I be ignored
Secretly adored

Picture this, a fated night
But the kind
That makes you feel so right
A funeral dressing all in white
A canvas for the afterlife
Throw this little rock
At your glass house
Then I'll look in my mirror
To watch you never crawl out
What the fuck is going on?
I hung a dog out on your tree
With a birthday card
Saying greetings from me
Hope you like your present
Wasn't it so pleasant?
To smell that dying stench
You horrid fucking wench
Hope you like your present
Wasn't it so pleasant?
To smell that dying stench
You horrid fucking wench

It's not that I hate you
It's not that I want you
It's not that I need you
But maybe I love you
It's not that I trust you
It's not that I lust you
It's not that I fucked you
But maybe I love you

Lost inside
Lost inside
Lost inside
What was I to say
What was I to do
What was I to say
To get lost with you
What was I to say
What can I do
To get lost with you
What can I say
To get lost with you