Come Undone (XXV)

So unimpressed but so in awe

Such a saint, such a whore

So self aware, so full of shit

So indecisive, so adamant

I'm contemplating, thinking about thinking

It's overrated, just get another drink and watch me come undone

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum and I'm your son

I come undone

I come undone

So rock'n'roll, so corporate suits

So damn ugly, so damn cute

So L train, so animal

So need your love, so fuck you all

I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to

If I stop lying, I'd just disappoint you

I come undone

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet

Because I'm scum, but I'm your son

I've come undone

So write another ballad, mix it on a Wednesday

Sell it on a Thursday, buy a yacht by Saturday

It's a love song, a love song

Do another interview, sing a bunch of lies

Tell about celebrities that I despise

And sing love songs

We sing love songs

So sincere, yeah yeah

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street

I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

A young pretender and my crown's a broken seat

I come undone, I am scum

Love your son (come undone)

You gotta love your son (come undone)

You gotta love your son

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, love your son

I am scum

You gotta love your son