Tell me, if I were to smile now In the dead of the dark, would it even exist, or is it hard to tell? You treat me like a cheap motel sometimes But nevertheless, I was prepared to die For that thing in your chest, fuck your money I fantasize about those nights you held me down And sewed your lips to mine Now I miss the pain sometimes In this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes We emptied our wrists on the dotted line Now I stay on my side of the city A refugee, no MTV Oh well, thank God for THC And now I Yeah, I miss the pain sometimes In this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Now I Yeah, I miss that pain sometimes In this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes ♪ ♪ Am I the taste that you watered down? Or am I the dust on your candy? You wash me off, then spit me out Once I lost taste inside your mouth