I've broken all my bones,
shattered both my knees.
I've bruised every artery there is to bleed.
I've sweat from the inside,
fevered on the out.
I've let my heart devour itself,
with teeth left by con artists,
trying to pose as lovers.
There's no safe step in a mine field.
You just run like hell,
praying you don't get...
CRASHED by a landslide.
It's weight that you don't want to feel.
Like love, it makes these scars.
And sometimes, they don't ever heal.
The luckiest is one who makes it out alive,
with cuts on the skin but intact on the inside.
And it's the cyanide kisses that get the villain excited.
Like the sight of blood to a murder.
'Cause vampires won't kill for the money.
They don't dive headfirst into your skin;
unless there's something inside that just might be worth get...
CRUSHED by a landslide.
It's weight that you don't want to feel.
Like love, it makes these scars.
And sometimes, they don't wanna heal.
So get out of my way, I'll push you aside.
I want to be the first one in line to get...
CRUSHED by a landslide.
It's weight that you don't want to feel.
Like love, it makes these scars.
And sometimes, they don't wanna heal.
(Get crushed by a landslide.)
And maybe you don't want to heal.
(Like love it makes these scars.)
And sometimes...
The luckiest is one who makes it out alive...with cuts on the skin but a victory inside.