they say i'm nice but really, what the fuck does that mean?
it means you ain't much of a liar and you're pretty clean
not worth it, maybe special, but not in a good way
occupational, physical, cry on my birthday

i'm a trashy fuckin mess
but that's okay
cos i get shit done
and cut my heart out the way

i don't have a talent
i just fuckin pay attention
you're all searching out the devil
for divine intervention

elope; drown and be free, me and my best little lover
not ones for kissing, but the touching ain't for cover
he's a beautiful girl, and i'm a blank inbetween,
we kinda like cigarettes but we live on caffeine

sit in the supermarket trolley, i'll push you to heaven
i know you're looking for contrition, but try to live in the present
her photo burns your fingertips– let me get you ice
i know you've lost something special, but remember, we're still nice

i say we're nice but really, what the fuck does that mean?
it means you ain't much of a liar and you're pretty clean
pretty clean, sane as halloween
strapped my fingers to the sink and now i'm clean as dollar green

i'm a trashy fuckin mess
but that's okay
cos i get shit done
and cut my heart out the way

i don't have a talent
i just fuckin pay attention
you're all searching out the devil
for divine intervention

i'm worried for you, darling;
you're so special to me
i know i make you feel better
but you make me feel free

i'm so scared for you, friend
although there's no need to worry
you stand high in the clouds
and i'll wave down from the slurry