So unimpressed
But so in awe
Such a saint
But such a *****
So self-aware
So full of ****
So indecisive
So adamant
I'm contemplating
Thinking about thinking
It's overrated
Just get another drink and
Watch me come undone
They're selling razor blades
And mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down
You'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you
Your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I come undone
I come undone
So rock 'n' roll
So corporate suit
So **** ugly
So **** cute
So well-trained
So animal
So need your love
So **** you all
I'm not scared of dying
I just don't want to
If I stop lying
I'll just disappoint you
I come undone
They're selling razor blades
and mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down
you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you
Your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
and I'm your son
I come undone
So write another ballad
Mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday
Buy a yacht by Sunday
It's a love song
A love song
Do another interview
Sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities
that I despise
And sing love songs
We sing love songs so sincere
Oh oh
So sincere
They're selling razor blades
And mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down
You'll be asleep
The young pretend
you're in the clouds
above the sea
I come undone
I am scum
Love your son
You've gotta love your son
You've gotta love your son
Love your son
I am scum
I am scum