I hung myself with my own strings
I counted her fingers through her rings
I am here for the beautiful things
She said, "I love the way that boy sings…"

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

I felt the warmth of your skin
And asking myself, "where do I begin?"
Don't you know, I'm made from sin?
And she moved closer, inch by inch
Inch by inch…
Inch by inch…
Inch by inch…
Inch by inch…

I fear I've lost myself
Forgot the meaning of true wealth
But hey, I've got my family and my health!
I forgot all the feelings that I felt
When I'm with you

Whoa, whoa

I don't want your pity, your fake smiling teeth…
I just want someone to love me