Inside my mouth i can hear all the voices say
do not lean over the ledge
i shouldn't look down and i shouldn't have found
that your lips i still taste in my head
raising my glass to the head of the class
as she powers out steps one through ten
i think i'll be fine if i'm covered in wine
nice to hate you and love you again
and see you again
and see you again
weary and worn little monster is born
tell me lies and i'll justify them
desperate today and it's making me pay
for that night for that kiss for your bed
whoever dared to love someone out there
i don't need a balloon and a pin