you're so hurt
and you bash yourself
and you get yourself
into troublesome places
with tiresome faces
so you treat yourself

you're so odd
and you stress yourself
and you kill yourself
for touchable reasons
a wonderful treason
that you teach yourself

and your warm sick
splayed on the backseat
another cruel trick
from something so sweet
and yet the precious
are always the cheats
and when we noticed, you
stopped dragging your feet

you're so young
and you blame yourself
and you shame yourself
at all the wrong times
with all the wrong lines
that you learned from us

you're only the forty eight percent