Now the fire has gone away,
I face you with a broken pen,
And sympathy and gratitude,
Dissolve into disaray.
I relied, undisguised,
Followed all you?d say,
Was your weakness momentary,
You?re devotion temporary.
It?s a question of taste,
Like a slap in the face,
Let the vain do what they do,
Did you laugh at my innocence.
Custom made but gone astray,
Erase you with a pencilhead,
I?m bulletproof now I hide,
But somehow I was happy then,
Do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost,
Was your weakness, momentary,
Your devotion, temporary.
It?s a question of taste, like a slap in the face,
It?s a question of taste, let the vain do,
What they do, did you laugh at my innocence.
I don?t want to live forever, I just want some... ohohohoh
I don?t want to live forever, I just want some...ohohohoh
