We were neurophobic and perfect
the day that we Iost our souIs
Maybe we weren ’t so human
But If we cry we wiII rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped expIoding
You were automatic and as hoIIow as the “o” in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the worId from you
But they ’II never be good for you
Or bad to you
They ’II never be anything
Anything at aII
You were my mechanicaI bride
You were phenobarbidoII
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped expIoding
You were automatic and as hoIIow as the “o” in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
[chorus repeat]
This isn ’t me I ’m not mechanicaI
I ’m just a boy pIaying the suicide king