Maniac

You play girls like a man, but your eyes are like a child
 Your face is cool and calm, but your hair is wrecked and wild
 You hide behind your metaphors and pray that no one sees
 The fare behind your poker face: your dark and twisted needs
 The girls all think you love them, but they make you feel sick
 You smile and whisper in their ear but drop them just as quick
 The bottles 'round the back all contain the hearts of lovers
 Lipstick stains on the pillow and lies under the covers
 Let me in, wear me out
 Let me in, wear me out
 Let me in, wear me out
 Let me in, wear me out
 Your fragile heart and your paper skin
 Such a beautiful boy filled with so much sin
 Your reflection is your very worst enemy
 Behind the glass is an angel, but the devil's beneath
 You smile at the moon even though it's haunting you
 You wonder if it ever feels as lonely as you do
 Your nose is always bleeding but it's fine 'cause it looks pretty
 It doesn't scare like it did before the angel city
 You maniac you tortured artist, do you crave attention?
 Your shaking hands a consequence of how much you don't mention
 Your mind was made of magic, now its ugly and diseased
 Hell is in your hair dye and your head's between your knees
 Let me in, wear me out
 Let me in, wear me out
 Your fragile heart and your paper skin
 Such a beautiful boy filled with so much sin
 Your reflection is your very worst enemy
 Behind the glass is an angel, but the devil's beneath
 You're so lonely, choked on money
 Do you ever feel like you're complete?
 You're so quiet, eyes look tired
 You look like you're barely alive
 You're unreal
 I can feel every single bone on your spine
 You're so pretty
 When you're spitting In the sink
 But you can't think straight
 Let me in, wear me out
 Let me in, wear me out