Decomposing shell of mine
Will you accept my wrongs?
Cursed you down to hell and back
But still you mend my holes
Vessel born to bruise and tore
I've seen this once before
Flesh, intestines, bones, impressions last for only so long

Baby, none of this shit matters
Cut the judgement, kill the pressure

Think you're flawless, you're the hottest
But you're still just a corpse with a name
Think you're gorgeous, on the surface
But surfaces crumble away
What's a paint job, with no inching?
I'm just hoping you still feel the same, the same

Doll, I'm only a corpse with a name