Switchblades and all the things she hates,
(I wish you knew it was killing me to say)
That I start fires with best friends and golden liars,
(For every night I lie awake)
Swallow that thought, cut out my heart,
(With flare intentions to impress)
Spilling my blood and now we've had enough,
You're just "hopelessly in love",
With the way you make me scream,
Your name, my eyes,
Your throat, my blade,
Can't cut and make you believe,
You're wrong my love,
So spill your guts.
She's dressed to kill with cheap tricks and dollar bills,
(Selling yourself to all the world)
Writing letters, return sender,
(Everyone knows that you're a fake)
You are nothing, my sweet nothing
(Stabbing straight through empty hearts)
Spilling my blood and we've had enough,
You're just "hopelessly in love".
Love, the way you make me scream,
Your name, my eyes,
Your throat, my blade,
Can't cut and make you believe,
You're wrong my love,
So spill your guts.