I always had the unfortunate habit of
picking at my scabs
I do it without thinking, until,
blood is on my hands
Fortuitiously, I made a mess of things
once again
I hope you stick around
you got through to me
I won't let this end

I wanna feel forever and know what that is...

"Strange, how we, creatures of the petty ways"
lock our doors but close our eyes while saying grace
Can't walk two feet without tripping all over you
Do you think of me the way I think of you?

Hate counting chickens before they hatch
Hate thinking of my battered past
Hate the way my heart patters around my chest
I wanna feel forever and know what that is...

Chorus:
Am I alive, or just faking?
Are you mine, or for the taking?
Alexandrite. Carbuncle red and left for dead.
Am I awake, or just dreaming?
'Cause I don't deserve this at all

Strange to see an unfamiliar smile on the face
of a girl whose body I memorized
everything from the Bible to Wilde and I still don't know
how to let you know

Hate, think, love is nothing more than hating someone
because you're annoyed when they're not around
I'm such a romantic. How did you do this?
I wanna feel forever and know what that is...

Chorus
I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this at all...

I always had the unfortunate habit of
picking at my scabs...