The only thing I have to write with
is my blood.
The only thing I want to ask you:
Take my love.
I want to cut myself
but it looks like it hurts a lot.
I want to cut myself,
but it looks like it hurts a lot.

I hear that you live in California;
I live in Chicago
That’s what I get for meeting people:
I get it good.
The way you open your mouth,
I never learned how.
I never learned how.
The way you play your guitar––
A regular rock star.
A regular rock star.
And I like you, I like you,
but it looks like it hurts a lot.
I like you, I like you,
but it looks like it hurts a lot.