[...] much more from [...]
I can't confide all I want to
Spiteful in fact of life
Not everyone you meet is that nice
When we scratch below the surface
Characters have merged, [...]
That split into fractions in front of your eyes
I'm so bitchin', love to be it
My friends and I just love to meet
We meet all the time 'cause we think we're clever
So surreal, it makes us feel better
We think we're so, clever
Characters have merged [...]
That split into fractions in front of their eyes
In front of their eyes
There is nothing to behold
In front of them,
You can't be sure what you're dealing with
And that's got to be good for you
Die on the cross before I'd cross you
You know I'd never hurt you
I'm just not that type of girl |