Bad Astrology

I wish I could sing louder
Wish I didn't hate myself so much
Now my body's out of touch again
It doesn't get me any closer
Just to hold you in my mind anymore
When I lock the door, well, ha-ha-ha

Don't want to be comfortable, I want to get hurt
And I hate that I know, then I hate that it feels good
Least you felt something when you slammed the door
They used to hear us through the floor, but they don't anymore
They used to hear us through the floor, but they don't anymore

So you drop all your friends and you quit your job
And you immolate everything you love
Haven't had a thought in that rotten little head
Since you figured out how to get high instead

And killing yourself, it's a nice idea
Yeah, until you get to the blood and tears
You wrote ten notes, but they don't sound right
So you decide to give it up for tonight
You decide to give it up for tonight

All my friends say that we got bad astrology
I don't care if you're not made for me

Come to me, baby, just for a second
Your body can kill my manic depression
Trapped like an animal, palisade honeymoon
I'll only see what you want me to see

Do I need to plant the flowers in a vase?
Do I need to keep my body in a cage?
(Baby, take it easy, nobody's crying for you)
Do I need to chase you out into the street?
Do I need to hold your arms down while you sleep?
(Baby, take it easy, nobody's dying for you)