So unimpressed, but so in awe
Such a saint, but such a whore
So self aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adamant
I'm contemplating thinking about thinking
It's over-rated just get another drink in
Watch me come undone
Chorus:
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Pray that when they're coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I come undone....
So rock and roll, so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to
If I stop lying I'd just dissapoint you
Watch me come undone
Chorus
So, write another ballad
Mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday
Buy a yacht by Saturday
It's a love song
A love song
Do another interview
Sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities that I despise
And sing love songs
We sing love songs
So sincere
So sincere
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
I'm you son
I come undone x 4
I am scum
Love your son
I am scum
Love your son
You've gotta love my sad song, my love song
My sad song, my love song
My sad song, my love song
