I follow you home And I borrow your phone. You keep letting all the children on your block Keep slashing your tires. I was covered in mace. Lover, they cut up your face. Throwing up I hit the ground in shame. As the kids drove away. I'm annoyed by the sound that keeps leaving your mouth, And at the hospital I see your eyes staring at mine. And as that bitch births Hell inside my brain, We let the kids get away. I wanna help you to bed and I wanna do what you said. As all the compliments go to my head, It's disillusion again. I wanna get in your shower and I wanna be with you now. Your face heals up and now you look like me-- How unfortunately. And as I tear the fucking rubble from your face, We let the kids get away. And I see them almost every fucking day. We let the kids get away.