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