We were the forgotten romantics, the society losers
We're the back alley cats so afraid of being bored
And we're Intimacy abusers
thats all we can afford

I'm most likely up for it, we'll all probably all say yes
If you want to do a documentary on my case
And I might even undress
if you can't stand my face

Now written on your wall is seven different ways to die
You say them out loud but I already know them well
You never kiss and lie
I never kill and tell