May I be of use?
May I steal the bruise from your own stash
And place it inside my cage?
May I be so helpful?
A scrapbook with three pages
Every one for the people I know
They're all yours to degrade
Get it through your pretty head
Take me with you instead
Forget her, she's gone
So, tell me, dear stranger
What's got you distraught?
Mm, here I am to bring
Psychosomatic freedom to your head
May I be of service, newlywed?
See mе as a host to all your greatest dreams
And thеn some change
As long as your compassion stays the same
I may not be of great design but I can offer some advice
Keep yourself inside the ride or else you'll lose your mind
You'll lose your mind
I may not help with steep inclines but I can promise you'll be fine
Trust the voices in your head
Take me with you instead
Get it through your pretty head
Take me with you instead
Forget her, she's gone
Tell me, dear stranger
Whose side are you on?
May I be of use?
May I steal the bruise from your own stash
And place it inside my cage?
I may not be a stable mind
But I can promise that you're mine
Trust my voice inside your head
Take me with you instead
May I be of use?
May I creep into your open hand
And bid you take me to the grave?
May I be so helpful?
I'm ripping out your pages
Singing songs to the people I know
Just to leave them anyway
Get it through your pretty head
Take me with you instead
Forget her, she's gone
Forgive me, dear stranger
Now, turn me back on