You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in God
I am never gonna be the one for you
That never stopped exploding
I am never gonna save the world from you
Or bad to you
Anything at all
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
Anything at all
You were phenobarbie-doll
I am never gonna be the one for you
But they'll never be good for you
Or bad to you
A manic queen of depression
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in God
I am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be anything
If they cry they will rust
And I was a hand grenade
This isn't me I'm not mechanical
I am never gonna be the one for you
That never stopped exploding
Machines that wished they were human
But they'll never be good for you
You were my mechanical bride
They'll never be anything
