[Guilty] much more from you
I can’t confide all I want to
[Spiteful] in fact of life
Not everyone you meet is that nice
When we scratch below the surface
Characters [have merged] … pictures
That split into fractions in front of your eyes
I’m so [bitchin’] love to [be it]
My friends and I just love to meet
We meet all the time ’cause we think we’re clever
So surreal it makes us feel better
We think we’re so clever
Characters [have merged] … pictures
That split into fractions in front of their eyes
…
There is nothing to behold
I’m …
Can’t be sure what you’re dealing with
And [there’s] got to be good for …
Die on the cross before I’d cross you
You know I’d never hurt you
I’m just not that type of girl