[Verse 1]
Oh, I'm a twisted thing
Born of stone and overgrowth
Inkwells, and crooked feather pens

And you're paper thin
See-through, bound, and gilded
Oh, a book, a thousand pages end to end

[Chorus]
And I know that if I dogear any page
I'd tear it by mistake
If I fold or crease a single piece, I'd keep
From you

[Verse 2]
Oh, I'm assembly lines
Copy-paste machinery (Copy-paste machinery)
A printing press, spitting out ink

And you're one of a kind
No chance of reproduction
Once in a lifetime
Then gone in a blink

[Chorus]
If I add a single thing
The ink will bleed to evеry page
If my fingers stain and smear
Thеre's no erasing my mistake
On you
[Bridge]
There's some things you hold close
And things that you keep sacred (Sacred)
You cannot be both
What will I do with all your words if I stain them?
What will I make of all your dogeared, gilded pages?
Oh, I'm afraid that if I write, then I will break them

[Verse 3]
Oh, I'm a twisted thing
My feather's dipped in ink
Still hovering the chapter with my name

When you look at me
I know you left it empty
You don't wanna touch what you can't keep

[Chorus]
And my hand is shaking
Ink is catching in my palm
As it trickles down my wrist
I wonder if it'd bleed at all on you