Now the fire has gone away I face you with a broken pen And sympathy and gratitude dissolve into disarray I relied, undisguised, followed all, you'd say Was your weakness momentary You're devotion temporary? It's a question of taste Like a slap in the face Let the vain do what they do Did you laugh at my innocence? Custom made but gone astray Erase you with a pencil head I'm bulletproof now I hide But somehow I was happy then Do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost? Was your weakness, momentary Your devotion, temporary? It's a question of taste Like a slap in the face It's a question of taste Let the vain do what they do Did you laugh at my innocence? I don't want to live forever I just want some, oh, oh, oh, oh I don't want to live forever I just want some, oh, oh, oh, oh