Mold me into mourning.
Kill me if I get boring.
Save me a thousand wishes.
Fade out as we get vicious.
And I know that we are free.
Is this all that we can be?
Spare me a million kisses.
Soften these nervous stitches.
Jackknife, colored choking
Promises of what was broken.
And I know that we are free.
Is this all that we can be?
Maim me before you hate me.
Torture enough to break me.
Swallow these noisy patterns.
Heal me before the world turns.
Heal me...
And I know that we are free.
Is this all that we can be?
And I know that we are free.
But it means the world to me.
Help me before my mom comes.