Miss America
Shackle my hands
Fall to my knees
Destroying my heart
Your pandemic disease
You're my leprosy
Diseased
You're my leprosy
Yeah give me some scars
Pretend like you're mine
Have a night on the town
Show me a good time
Miss America so bloodless
Build, destroy, then repeat the process
You've been indulging too much
Pounded those nails into your hands
You wear a crown upon your head
The guilt will bring you down again
Keep an eye on your back
An eye on the front
A foot in the grave
Cause I'm on the hunt
I can't get over you
This can't be the end
Just call it off and make me whole again
Just put this love to rest
In a six foot grave