The Romeo that you knew is dead And It can't get worse than this
I am a sorry excuse for a fucking hero I am not, I am without, I am never was
Oh, how you terrify!
With love bundled up in the backseat, and worthless confined
In the trunk, somewhere worse is where I should've ended up
I guess it's just my luck that I don't know how to love,
But only how to fuck things up, all these things up
Sin is the new black, and it licks it's eager lips
It loves how innocence tastes, it can't get worse than this This matinee is gonna be a killer!
I was living a lie, now I'm dying to know the truth were his lips as soft as mine
Did he make it so you found it hard to breathe, did he sweep you off your feet?
And I believe something tells me the finale will be something to see
Bring me back