Last night I blew you a kiss, I hope that you got it
Underneath you I told you a lie, I hope that you bought it
Strangers touch me in my dreams if I go to bed sober
When the edge of the curtains turn white I'll know that it's over

And you see things for what they are
And I see what they'll never be
And God can make mistakes like he made an example of me
And who could really love someone who's that fucking ugly?

Leaving his cum in the upholstery, always picking it out like a bad memory
They all say that it's fine 'cause they don't know the cycle like I do
You don't know what it's like tryna love while you heal
And you don't get to preach if you don't know how it feels
To have every last inch of your body invaded like I do
Woke up a saint, fell asleep a martyr
Would you do the same things to your own daughter?
Still, I tried saying I love you through a mouthful of dirt
Keep parts of dead things in the freezer outside
Wondering if they suffered when they were alive
Does God make delicate things just to watch them get hurt?

And you see things for what they are
And I see what they'll never be
God can make mistakes like he made an example of me
And who could really love someone who's that fucking ugly?

That gold cross swings only for me
In Jesus's name it kills me slowly
That gold cross swings only for me
In Jesus's name it kills me slowly