I hate it all
'Cause I hate that you can live
With your head cemented in
Things you shouldn't care about
When I don't know what to say
A 40 to the face
Romanticize the pain
Because

I would rather take a gun and
Blow my fucking brains out
Before falling back in love
I'd rather flay my skin
And mail you every bit of it
Before I'd fall for love again

And I'm proficient in one thing
Getting real close to a win
And breaking my leg before the line
Or sometimes I'll just shoot my foot
'Cause I don't deserve any good
Do you feel sorry for me yet?

You tend to pretend when you're young
Feeling it before I could
Theatrics of my head infested
Funny how things manifest
If romance is deader than ever before
And you want a love song, then here's a corpse
If you want a ballad, kill yourself
This is all that you deserve

You take what you get
You need what you take
When nothing comes your way
Your soul will break

Asterisks in your biography
When you're both gone it won't even be
Footnotes in the book of history
But it still hurts more than anything

I would rather take a gun and
Blow my fucking brains out
Before falling back in love
I'd rather flay my skin
And mail you every bit of it
Before, I'd fall for love again

Before, before, before
I'd fall for love again