I'll steer clear
A pair of idle eyes
I won't draw near
An idolised pretty face again
Feels like it was ten years ago
Feels like at this point I should know
Stay until I'm not of use
I won't be long in your sacred world
I wish I had a gun
Keep it close, as a sign of hope
A promise, the kind you keep
A toy, the one you miss
Feels like it was ten years ago
Feels like at this point I should know
Your smile reminds me of a time
When I could accept its burning warmth
My skull itches to break
Break my bones
Break my bones