Been so low
And I made such a fuss of it
Looked so pained
But I couldn't get enough of it
Despise anything
I could ever belong to
And the people that I love
Are the ones I do wrong to
Soldiers and princesses
She's likes guns and he wears dresses
Tinker, Tailor, Sinner, Spy
Kiss the boys and get them high
Out of road and of excuses
She's got cuts and he's got bruises
It's never gonna be alright
Keep smiling to reset my face
Sell my sanity on public phones
Supply and defy my genome
Share a room with synchronicity jones
Makes sense after the explosion.
Drive-by suicide, keep your clothes on
Kill the light and save the mood
Overpaid and misconstrued
We are not nothing
We are antimatter
We are not nothing
