Song Lyrics

I wanna rob you of your game face
So I can cower beneath your words
'Cause I'm a freak from the same place
Let suicide make a meal for birds

Into your heart, I've got the dagger
The metaphor will suffice for now
Get in my bed, I wanna kill you
Show you mine if you show me how

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

She slit her wrists
For attention in 1996
She slit her wrists
Listening to live through this

So here I am, will you deny me
Metal now but I've always been
Lets make a toast, let's do the oil spill
Let the seagulls pick out the sins

I want it now, I want the danger
Give me strength and I'll give you wings

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

Low

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around

Kevin Sachs, Max Bemis