Something Super Sweet

You keep telling me that we can fix this

But we can't, the scalpel in your hand

Is only gonna cut me again

And I don't wanna take that chance

Some things, they just don't last

You can't get a prescription for that

Quit shoving these sugar pills down my throat

'Cause I'm starting to choke

Stop, don't resuscitate

Please don't, don't hesitate

Just let it die, we've had our time

We'll be alright

But then you give me ten cc's of something super sweet

Yeah, you put me to sleep

I'm getting drowsy

My eyelids are getting heavy

Kiss me on the cheek

Then you're telling me

Count down from ten

Ten, nine, eight

Seven, six

Five, four, three, two, one

When you rip my heart out

Please put it back when you're done

I'm too young for this open-heart surgery

There's stuffing in the place where my heart's meant to be

Why me?

You keep telling me that we'll get past this

But we're never gonna last

So just quit blasting me with your electrotherapy

And let's move past this

These things, they come alive in a flash

Sometimes, they die just as fast

Didn't Frankenstein teach you anything?

Don't revive dead things

Stop, don't resuscitate

Please don't, don't hesitate

Just let it die, we've had our time

We'll be alright

But then you give me ten cc's of something super sweet

Yeah, you put me to sleep

I'm getting drowsy

My eyelids are getting heavy

Kiss me on the cheek

Then you're telling me

Count down from ten

Ten, nine, eight

Seven, six

Five, four, three, two, one

When you rip my heart out

Please put it back when you're done

I'm too young for this open-heart surgery

There's stuffing in the place where my heart's meant to be

Why me?

Now I'm coming down from my high

And something just doesn't feel right

Yeah, the anesthetic's wearing off

And I'm starting to feel what I've lost

There's stuffing in the place where my heart was

But then you give me ten cc's of something super sweet

Yeah, you put me to sleep

I'm getting drowsy

My eyelids are getting heavy

Kiss me on the cheek

Then you're telling me

Count down from ten

Ten, nine, eight

Seven, six

Five, four, three, two, one

When you rip my heart out

Please put it back when you're done

I'm too young for this open-heart surgery

There's stuffing in the place where my heart's meant to be

Why me?