I've only ever been addicted to sorrow And I've chased it so long I don't feel it much Like my meth-mouthed uncle with the brand-new track marks I've grown tolerant; I need something harder Growing up is giving up I'm Bored to tears with love and laughter And Forever seeking the mourning after Growing up is giving up on love Because you hunted for hurt till you felt nothing at all You abandon being able to be scared If you learn to love your nightmares Poison your heart all that you want But what doesn't kill you makes you go numb I went from "Woe is me," And, "Nobody's ever gonna love me," To sneaking out while they're still asleep Just a little bit too abruptly A Trojan heart designed to protect you From letting your compulsions infect you Surprise, surprise, safety comes with a price: Wrapped up so tight not even the feelings can get through