Am I irrelevant
The only thing that matters is a medicine
Maybe I'm a fool for mixing love up with adrenaline
There's no feeling like your heartbeat
And right before you bite the fruit you've been feigning
The itch before the scratch
The calm before the crash
The feel before the feeling always keeps me coming back to
My pretty little heart shaped box
That I can't keep locked
No matter how hard I try
My pretty little I can't stop
'Cause you're all I got
Come crawling back every time
Perfect paranoia
Beauty, bliss, and torture
My pretty little heart shaped box
That I can't keep locked
My pretty little, pretty little