h.8.u

should i feel it?
am i supposed to waste my life?
am i the one, the bitch you'll fuck
when your boredom level gets high
should i love you?
am i supposed to use your name?
am i the one, the bitch you'll spit
when you start breaking, breaking down

such ugliness makes my days cuter
your bad manners sound like birds
and rudeness couldn't be softer
expensive teeth crown the hottest suck

i got a safe hole to place your gun
it's safe enough to rid you of your own crimes
you're guilty but that's our little secret
you shot my heart, you murdered my best side

every time you hurt me it's like in the cartoons
pink hearts start flying around my bad hair
and every day i bleed, or every day i cry
it's another smile, it does make so much sense

come on and hit me
come on and hit me
come on and hit me
i'm still breathing