Hey Poverty, 

Did you know they're buying and selling love and hate on the black market? 

Why don't you go to wreck it? 



And she wakes up on the 13th floor.

I hear they have a back room, 

Where they're gonna fill you with pills until you choke. 

And he strokes his fingers through her dark hair. 



She said something about neutral, 

Or was it comfort? 

It was some kind of bull shit like that, that got him here in the first place. 



Here's where he bleeds unnecessarily from the wreckage. 

And I know you can't see the wind, love, 

But you know how it blows you away from me. 

And you fall back on your own devices. 



There's a secret society that wants you and only you to be a billboard,

That reads on the worst one-night-stand you'll ever have. 

As I get too attached. 



Hey Ingenius One, 

Did you know you're just a little girl, 

But you're still for sale in this free-world? 



So speak to me in the third person, 

'Cause the first one is a liar, 

And the second one is wasted on power. 

And she'll devour you if you let her. 



And I just wanted you to hold my hand, 

I just wanted you to love me so I could forget who I was for a little while. 

Instead I sit here... 



And here's where I bleed unnecessarily from the wreckage. 

And I know you can't see the wind, love, 

But you know how it blows you away from me. 

And you fall back on your own devices. 



Hey Fucker, 

Did you know they're buying and selling hookers and guns on the stock market? 

This is how you wreck it. 



And she's jumping off the 13th floor. 

Could you call me when you're half way down so I can wave goodbye, 

And watch as you fall down here? 



Here's where you bleed unneccessarily from the wreckage, from the wreckage. 

And no, you can't see the wind, love, 

But you know how it carries you away from me. 

And you fall back on your own devices.