Buster Keaton

I tried sewing my lips up
 But I suck with a needle
 I poked and bled
 And this is what you said
 "Do you need help?"
 Life has no meaning
 I stood there stupefied by your pretty face
 And spitting blood onto your shirt and your pretty face
 I said I might love you
 Then I shook and wailed
 Tore into myself
 I'm so sick of learning how to love
 Fuck that
 Love is a true bitch
 All of my friends say
 "You just need to learn how to be yourself"
 They don't know that I'm
 Nothing but the blood running down your pretty face
 I'm scared I might love you
 In the backstage vanity
 I look like Buster Keaton
 Uh husk, uh drag
 And If I can be brusque
 That's what you want
 One day we all die
 And if I never see your face again
 The vanity will always show me
 What you left behind
 I know I do love you