Born into the tragedy
Not sure what's wrong with me
How could you love me
With so much underneath?
I'm not one for the sympathy
Wrap up the elegies, it's fine
Turned down all the therapy
I'm scared of what they'll find

You're better than the scars they traced around your heart
You picked out all the staples, and the stitches fell apart
You said you're damaged goods, a shadow where you stood
But I won't stop at anything till

You see yourself how I see you
When you're heavening above me
The pedestal, it crumbles again
Every angel falls in the end

Trauma got a hold of me
Fucked my brain chemistry, I'm fine
Turned down all the therapy
I'm scared of what they'll find

But you're better than the scars they traced around your heart
You picked out all the staples, and the stitches fell apart
You said you're damaged goods, a shadow where you stood
But I won't stop at anything till

You see yourself how I see you
When you're heavening above me
The pedestal, it crumbles again
Every angel falls in the end

Every angel falls in the end

Say you're scorched earth, bitter to the end
A brutalist nihilist with a skin to shed
The roots are burnt, so you'll never get better
But the grass is always greener when you give up on yourself

Say you're scorched earth, bitter to the end
A brutalist nihilist with a skin to shed
The roots are burnt, so you'll never get better
But the grass is always greener when you give up on yourself