You use your fucked up technique
Trying to get her into bed
I use carefully chosen words
To get in her head
In your dreams you see her dancing and strip
I see her aura like an acid trip
Now I'm hiding under sheets of guilt
That keep me going, going...
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me...
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Throwing tears into the lake
Has gotten to be such a headache
Leaving lonliness for the trees
While I find something new to please me
My ears prefer the sound of the clock
Hitting four AM with a bang
Now I'm hiding pills under my bed
That keep me going, going...
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me...
Flashing lights bright above me
Scary faces that try to abuduct me
Leaving signs that lead me to you
Finding a knife that fits the cut
No shortage of inner damage
Just a big drop from the missing piece, a misisng piece
A missing piece is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me...
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
What if, is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me...