So self aware, so full of shit
Because I'm scum and I'm your son
And sing love songs
So write another ballad
You gotta love your son
So well-trained, so animal
So indecisive, so adamant
Buy a yacht by Sunday
So rock and roll, so corporate suit
Because I'm scum and I'm your son
I come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
We sing love songs
If I'd stop lying I'd just disappoint you
I come undone
A love song
I am scum
Do another interview
Love your son
I am scum
Love your son
It's overrated, just get another drink and
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Sing a bunch of lies
A young pretender and my crown's a broken seat
I come undone
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
So damn ugly, so damn cute
I come undone
I am scum
So sincere
Watch me come undone
So sincere
I'm not scared of dying
So need your love, so fuck you all
I just don't want to
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Tell about celebrities that I despise
I pray when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
You gotta love your son
Sell it on a Thursday
I'm contemplating thinking about thinking
It's a love song
I am scum
Mix it on a Wednesday
I come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet