Post-apocalyptic dreams taste the way you would
And all the trees and teenagers would try you if they could

Even when I'm fucking up you say I'm still your angel
And all the snarls in my hair are just to make my halo
We started out so beautiful and now we're just all mangled
Wearing through this skin we're in our sheets they just stayed tangled

I was just 16 yrs old when I first lost my mind
In a summer metro ride to the faceless ghosts inside

The times I said I'd care for you and the promises I made you
Got me bored and sick again
So I went and I betrayed you
I'm the rust that your blood will soon change to
To get inside and poison you
And love and rearrange you