Woodwork 歌词

My Roman numeral came As "one" and "I" are both the same She curves just like the wick Of a burning candle's dancing flame These vultures were in love, Always circling high above Picked each other apart, Hungry for the other's heart Real fun, let's all underachieve Failed to dispel the myth Every time is always ending with The sharp end of a star Stabbing me right through my heart She's gone and I'm beyond A color scheme of loneliness Now my Roman numeral is lost As "one" and "I" are now divorced Your wishes are my command Real fun, let's all underachieve Crawling out of rotted woodwork It stings to breathe When I don't even know what to do with myself Real fun, let's all underachieve