I am not an object
I'm not a picture to be hung on your peeling wall
I'm not a trophy to be exposed to all your friends
Am I your possession? I don't think so, so be a man
Believe this song is for you

Chained to a blatant lie, it was invasive
You are a cinephile who kills other people's hopes
Try it, this poison is acidic
Great for wounds caused by past love
Great for mentally broken people

I'm not your possession, I'm your possession?
Our clothes dyed blood red
Our last fight was the end of the line
I won't let you fuck with my psychology
Am I your possession? No, I'm not shit
The crack is too big to repair

You ran away to the mountain because you thought they wouldn't find you
Baby I got radar for people who hurt me
Now I'm going to do like you did to me, I'm going to cry on your bed
They will be crocodile tears, because I am not your possession, or am I?

I'm not your possession, I'm your possession?
Our clothes dyed blood red
Our last fight was the end of the line
I won't let you fuck with my psychology
Am I your possession? No, I'm not shit
The crack is too big to repair

Kerosene, I'm going to set fire to our love
Bring me a match, I'm willing
I won't miss this chance to see flames flood my eyes
Smell of cheap gasoline, cigarettes thrown on the floor
Will this be the place we die together
Did you say I'm your possession? As if you were willing