Threats of Romance
A girl is a man's sweet nestWe all know the way it endsNo matter how many times we film itThe audience thinksThey've seen it for the first time
Things that pretty are always kept behind glassSomeone like me, someone like me can't make it lastWell, I like you damaged, but I need something leftSomething for me, something for me to wreck(Something for me to wreck)
You are my sicknessWe all know the way it endsNo matter how we film itThe audience thinksThat they saw it for the first time
Things that pretty are always kept behind glassSomeone like me, someone like me can't make it lastWell, I like you damaged, but I need something leftSomething for me, something for me to wreck
Well, I like you damaged, but I need something leftSomething for me, something for me to wreck(Something for me to wreck)(Something for me to wreck)
My seed would've made new fruitAnd you could have been a treeOr I could have cut you downOr just let you be
These things that pretty are always kept behind glassSomeone like me, someone like me can't make it lastI like you damaged, I like you damagedI like you damagedI like you damaged, I like you damagedI like you damaged, damagedI like you damaged