Too late now
I'm feeling you $#&@ing with me
you fake love

your halo is vile
I'm on my way
just one more mile

love, just some pictures and telephones
I don't believe you where there alone
slid down the hallway into your room

(him) you where laying there in the nude

Well I snapped, and I gave you a kiss goodbye

then I lit up the room with my hatred for you
and my barrel strobe lights


Home when the screaming stops, I'll breathing
you are as dead as love is to me


Too late now
I'm hearing you begging to me
you fake love

your halo is vile
we're almost out of state
just one more mile