Testo Swinging Lovers

difficult to hope for more.
is this what you call a weapon?
(i damage myself just for you)
offered up to strangers
but i could've forgiven you anything.
i've arranged these chains like a work of art,
but nobody gets it so far.
all they see is the old scar. i'm pulling it back to cut some more.
oh, but this is madness.
it suggests what i've become.
oh, but this is madness.
we forget but can't move on.
forward til we catch you all
and sickened when the chase is done.
(i damaged myself just for you)
with lipstick and a pretty face,
dancing on spiders legs, my love.
i've arranged this shame like a broken heart
but nobody gets it so far.
all they see is the old scar
so i'm pulling it back to cut some more.
spotlight for the bursting star exploding in my outstretched arms.
hollywood death is not the same.