When I die
am I perfect in your eyes
do I have the approval I need to pass through to where I've got to be
and when I cry I'll cry blood for the opinions of those who've loved me
or haven't
but what's it matter if you've gone and sacrificed what you knew
when I die i'll tie my shoes with you so I don't trip and fall in a bathroom stall
don't find me bleeding in a puddle of piss
or braindead sitting where I ought not to be
I can blame you or my circumstances but it only matters once I've flattered all I can
when I die will I be in love still
will I spill and kill the will you had to feel that same thought
or will I hover and find you have remained empty
am I perfect in your eyes
do I have the approval I need to pass through to where I've got to be
and when I cry I'll cry blood for the opinions of those who've loved me
or haven't
but what's it matter if you've gone and sacrificed what you knew
when I die i'll tie my shoes with you so I don't trip and fall in a bathroom stall
don't find me bleeding in a puddle of piss
or braindead sitting where I ought not to be
I can blame you or my circumstances but it only matters once I've flattered all I can
when I die will I be in love still
will I spill and kill the will you had to feel that same thought
or will I hover and find you have remained empty