So unimpressed, but so in awe

Such a saint, but such a whore

So self aware, so full of shit

So indecisive, so adamant

I'm contemplating thinking about thinking

It's over-rated just get another drink in

Watch me come undone

Chorus:

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

Pray that when they're coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum

And I'm your son

I come undone....

So rock and roll, so corporate suit

So damn ugly, so damn cute

So well trained, so animal

So need your love, so fuck you all

I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to

If I stop lying I'd just dissapoint you

Watch me come undone

Chorus

So, write another ballad

Mix it on a Wednesday

Sell it on a Thursday

Buy a yacht by Saturday

It's a love song

A love song

Do another interview

Sing a bunch of lies

Tell about celebrities that I despise

And sing love songs

We sing love songs

So sincere

So sincere

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum

I'm you son

I come undone x 4

I am scum

Love your son

I am scum

Love your son

You've gotta love my sad song, my love song

My sad song, my love song

My sad song, my love song