Am I irrelevant The only thing that matters is a medicine Maybe I'm a fool for mixing love up with adrenaline There's no feeling like your heartbeat And right before you bite the fruit you've been feigning
The itch before the scratch The calm before the crash The feel before the feeling always keeps me coming back to
My pretty little heart shaped box That I can't keep locked No matter how hard I try My pretty little I can't stop 'Cause you're all I got Come crawling back every time
Perfect paranoia Beauty, bliss, and torture My pretty little heart shaped box That I can't keep locked My pretty little, pretty little
