If you were a teacher, I would fail your class

Take it over and over til you noticed me

If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor

I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed.

I want to be the power ballad that lifts you up and hold you down

I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery

And I can wish all I want, but it won't bring us together

Plus I know whatever happens to me

I know it's for the better.

When broken bodies are washed ashore

Who am I to ask for more, more, more?

But you're breathing in my open mouth

You're the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.

I want to make you drive all night just because I said maybe you should come over

I want to make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents teenage daughter

She'll be the best you ever had if you let her.

I know it's for the better...