I've seen it turn from white to red
and I've heard your talk about how you bleed
and it doesn't mean shit
until I see some action
a hint of rose
and a mountain of garbage
leaves me for dead
nothing drags me from

chorus;
breaking myself
breaking myself
breaking myself
breaking myself
breaking myself
to try to keep
everyone from walking
over me

smell the burning wreckage
of even you
all of your perfection
let's get inside the bag
turn it 180 degrees
forget we even met
because it all comes down to this
the good ones always
leave in the end

(chorus)

I see the world
and it looks blue
I kiss the world
and it all tastes true
the blurry eyes make me
appealing in a normal fashion
another 2 or 3
an you will become very friendly
your liquidation is a siren song
you swim I follow
I'm feeling my head sink
so as to reach and touch
what hurts me
still I try to reach and touch
what hurts me