As you tumble to the ground, pick me up on your way down.
You don't have to say you love me, just be close at hand. You don't have to stay for ever, I will understand.
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies, that can't be me in the gorilla disguise.
Yes I think I'm okay, walked into the door again.
I'm just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.
I admit I'm a fool for you, because your mine, I walk the line.
Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.
I'm about as normal as Norman Bates.
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.
I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose. Clinging to a past that doesn't let me chose.
I am the assasin of my dreams.
I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.
Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more, but each hurt makes my love stronger than before.
There's a danger in loving somebody too much, and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
I can't crawl any further. You never crawled for me.
Though you treat me badly, I love you madly.
The joke that you laid in the bed that was me.
Now all that's left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.
I suffered fools so gladly.
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.