how did it end up like this?
now I’m falling asleep while he’s having a smoke and she’s taking a drag. wow they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick and it’s all in my head.
but she’s touching his—chest.
now, he takes off her dress.
now, let me go;
i just can’t look - its killing me.
and taking control: jealousy, turning saints into the sea swimming through sick lullabies. choking on your alibis, but it’s just the price i pay. destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes
‘cause I’m Mr Brightside