Hey girl,   Your name isn't going to save you or fix this   Your beauty won't win my favor   I hope it felt good...to kill me   Flee for the sunlight   To blind you with sunspots   An excuse for your mistake   And I become the sacrificial star now   I hope it feels good...   To turn us into tabloids   And the vomit of small towns   How are you going to fix this   Maybe spoon out my insides   Cover the rat with latex   Or ask god what love is   And beg me to love you   I'll forgive you, maybe   And I'll forgive you baby   So lets wash the soap dish clean of all the gossip   Grab our diplomas and leave high school together...   Together