You've got me shaking from the way you're talking My heart is breaking but there's no use crying What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die Sticks and stones could break my bones But anything you say will only fuel my lungs Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If that is love, I don't wanna be hanging by the neck Before an audience of death You could be the corpse and I could be the killer If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer Everything you say is like music to my ears YOU COULD BE THE CORPSE AND I COULD BE THE KILLER IF I COULD BE THE DEVIL, YOU COULD BE THE SINNER YOU COULD BE THE DRUGS AND I COULD BE THE DEALER EVERYTHING YOU SAY IS LIKE MUSIC TO MY, MUSIC TO MY EARS Don't mind us we'