I am not an object I'm not a picture to be hung on your peeling wall I'm not a trophy to be exposed to all your friends Am I your possession? I don't think so, so be a man Believe this song is for you Chained to a blatant lie, it was invasive You are a cinephile who kills other people's hopes Try it, this poison is acidic Great for wounds caused by past love Great for mentally broken people I'm not your possession, I'm your possession? Our clothes dyed blood red Our last fight was the end of the line I won't let you fuck with my psychology Am I your possession? No, I'm not shit The crack is too big to repair You ran away to the mountain because you thought they wouldn't find you Baby I got radar for people who hurt me Now I'm going to do like you did to me, I'm going to cry on your bed They will be crocodile tears, because I am not your possession, or am I? I'm not your possession, I'm your possession? Our clothes dyed blood red Our last fight was the end of the line I won't let you fuck with my psychology Am I your possession? No, I'm not shit The crack is too big to repair Kerosene, I'm going to set fire to our love Bring me a match, I'm willing I won't miss this chance to see flames flood my eyes Smell of cheap gasoline, cigarettes thrown on the floor Will this be the place we die together Did you say I'm your possession? As if you were willing