So full of shit

So unimpressed but so in awe

Such a saint but such a whore

So self aware so full of shit

So indecisive so adamant

I'm contemplating thinking about thinking

It's overrated just get another drink and

Watch me come undone

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum

And I'm your son

I come undone

I come undone

So rock and roll so corporate suit

So damn ugly, so damn cute

So well trained, so animal

So need your love, so fuck you all

I'm not scared of dying I just dont want to

If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you

I come undone

Theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum

And I'm your son

I've come undone

So write another ballad

Mix it on a wednesday

Sell it on a thursday

Buy a yacht by saturday

It's a love song

A love song

Do another interview

Sing a bunch of lies

Tell about celebrities that I despise

And sing love songs

We sing love songs

So sincere

So sincere

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum

I'm your son

I've come undone

I've come undone

Ive come undone

I've come undone

I am scum

Love your son

I am scum

Love your son

You've gotta love my sad song, my love song

My sad song, my love song, my sad song, my love song