you stole this heart from me
does it feel good knowing you're a loser
better than being a winner and thinner
i hope all this improvement
makes you better and happier
life always goes down for you
you're never riding on the upside
do you feel good knowing you're doomed and cursed
will you ever come back to me
improve me, you move me
you will never see life the same way ever again
do you still see the same person when you look in the mirror
or have you changed
i hope you have lots of children
will you ever come back to me
improve me, you move me
you pick the scabs off my heart one by one
do they really taste as good as you say
i hope you enjoy every last crusty bit
my blood flows through my veins, and into my wounds, and into your pie hole
will you ever come back to me
improve me, you move me
