Missy's feeling high and mighty up on her cross
Missy's playing doctor with the needles in her arm
Missy likes to self-destruct, just like a child star
Missy says she loves me while I pick at her scars
Let's pretend our shoulder blades
Have become wings again
I'll tell you that I love you
As long as it's pretend
Missy's feeling high and mighty, mighty mighty lost
Missy's playing doctor while she cuts out her heart
Missy's world is falling down, but she'll never know
Missy's got a lot to learn and I'm in control
Am I still an artist if I finger paint?
Do you love the machine until it's second rate?
Am I just a little boy full of hate?
And am I just a faggot going through a phase?