Let's try again,
have sex on the mend.
Who cares if it's all pretend?
I don't mind one bit.
Rust in my veins,
got blood on the brain.
Love is making me insane
but I don't mind it one bit.
Never expected this from you,
you say he's got it bad, too.
You're burying me while he's exhumed,
but you don't mind one bit.
What is life without us?
Can I live my life without trust?