Made Of Broken Glass lyrics

Did we try this more than one lifetime before? You're stuck to the walls of my subconscious, Last time ­ no more. I'm glad you're gone, I'm thinking straighter lately. It's not my fault, If I drive you fucking crazy. There's no shortage of stupid boy distractions, I'm still waiting for them to change the fact- That I miss you. And that black, motorcycle, wild thing, Tattooed on your heart, Along with something equal to broken. I hope that you know, I still want you, (I never mean to) Mr. Libido, (Way to go) Was she a C girl? A.O.? Aren't you a poor boy in a perforated mask, All those things that I did to you. You're such a poor boy, I don't really care about your bad excuses, I'll still admit that I miss you, And your falsetto, circular, dance hall moves. My scar, Matched your skin, By then you seemed to know we were broken. I hope that you know, I still want you, I never mean to. I hope that you know.