[Verse 1]

It works, thanks to her, thanks to endless trying

And it's sweet

She's worse when she hurts, when she can't keep fighting

So she bleeds

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Acting superstitious, penny wishes in a fountain

Give a stranger kisses when she wishes she could mount him

Tell me if you miss it, if you're being held down

It's a bit of confrontation that I'm throwing around

[Chorus 1]

I have a sick obsession with the girl under my bed

And I know that she's just messing and she wants him instead

Fussing and fretting and getting into my head

It's a mess of the attention of a girl who is dead

Gotta learn a lesson about girls and their attempts

To write a bitter moral of a means to an end

The way she hates and medicates leaves questions unsaid

Serve me dinner on a plate that kind of tastes like lead

[Verse 2]

Through us, thinks it's lust, and I must look past it

Every sin

Because both of us are not what god's asking

We're not him

[Pre-Chorus 2]

If you wanted holy then you know we can't be certain

Roaming every page that makes us feel more undeserving

This is not a life of worth, nothing preserving

I try to follow every word but god, I am hurting

[Chorus 2]

I have a sick obsession with a girl who I must ignore

Because holding hands in sermon surely makes me a whore

Till fucking and touching is something I learn to adore

And she is also fast with more than trust that leaves me so sore

I have a little problem with the girls I do not need

Between other boys who use this place to fit with their greed

And though a little god must fix, I wish but to see

If the girl I need so desperately would leave it all for me

[Bridge]

And she's mean

And she wants me

[Verse 3]

I leave when I can, when I'm tired of worship

And she stands

I need to be seen as a girl who's hurting

Holding hands

[Pre-Chorus 3]

She says that she's tired, but she wants me and it's holy

I think she's inspired by the fact she does not know me

Tell me that she's learned to hide, she's learned to control me

I kinda wanna die

Because I know he

[Chorus 3]

Has a sick obsession with a girl who's lips are blessed

And he thinks of her in lessons, and when getting undressed

I know she has to miss him and it's making me stressed

But it's nothing in comparison to trying to rest

With a girl I know is praying to a god who wants her gone

And every night I watch her read the pages saying she's wrong

Bleeding ink to help her think she might belong

She's not a martyr, it's gone on far too long