Me, I did a dirty thing I can't undo.
I learned she never fell for you,
And all the while she fell for me while I got caught
By you.

Like a dart that day you wont remember
Before the summer left for September
The green against the blue of sky
Jolted that manic thing inside of me

I didn't want this. I wanted
To throw it in the sand.
But the music stabbed me with precise, familiar lines
And I knew it was over
That I'd never get over
Trying to get over
You

Now you're the first and last thing
On my mind and in my pen
The inspiration of every tone that plays
And every move that was ever made

I want to know all the details now
Until I drive myself completely mad
The times you've had
The things you've done

What you've touched
What you've kissed
What you've fucked

The fabricated details
In my head
Play over and over
Knotting my stomach until I starve for hunger

No food today, I don't deserve it
I haven't earned it
My friends are enemies
My enemies are friends

Jealous hearts are
The source of art
And you, my love,
Have turned me into a painter

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