I'm turning into you slowly: All broken bones and no heart.
My rib's cracked, my neck's bleeding - oh my god.
I'm turning into you slowly: Feed off horror and hurt.
I wanted someone to shove in everyone's faces, I just thought that you'd work.
I went home that night, after what we did, to spend entire evenings just heaving in the sink.
The state of my heart, I look in your eyes and it goes 'oh'.
And I'm never that sure how to feel, but it itches and weeps and it kills.
Trust you to complete me.