Lost my pride in a prize fight, I'm a broken jaw. You have never seen hollow bones like mine. Held my joy like a wildfire, but the devil knew. I'm finding healthy ways to keep my demons away. But there are days inside my head, I'm growing thin, I'm crawling in. All the pretty girls are staring at me, pale blue, pale white, this snowy December. You're smoking joints in between class. So confident and sleek, pretty boy suicide, your first instinct was to never leave me. But there are days inside my head, I'm growing thin, I'm crawling into loveless thinking. It's stinging my ears to know you are never changing. I learned to forget. I'm the new American Heart-throb solely on the count of you. You are like an actress on the television. God, you look so skinny, the way you wanted to be.