#1
Verse
Tripping over myself, to be somebody else's brand new toy
A pinch of salt in exchange, to rub in my wounds - all day, every day

Don't get too close, you might enjoy yourself

A crooked smile
Looks good from far away
But if that's what I'd have to do to myself,
I'd rather just sleep than stay awake


Chorus
They brace themselves, and expect a pain they've never felt before,
In cases of such sadness, they'd forget who's accounted for

The inside of their skin is red
but not from blood still to be bled
If happiness is in their heads
I'd love an easy way in