Please don’t use the stairway’s railing If you fall it will only come crashing down with you Constructors are already piecing together my heart Or at least what’s remaining Shattered by the coldness of her smile Holes are common friends of my pockets Hypothesis: If she thought it, I bought it Well I was never in her thoughts But using me was her gist Experiment: As you can see, that was the most expensive item on her list Attention Attention With each purchase made you get a free soul Register 3 is now open My soul's an anvil planted in my body Never leaving, until she says sorry She showed me heaven, she showed me hell Left me in purgatory To her I was just practice A stepping stool to the next guy Tears streaming down her face “It’s not me, it’s you” was her lie Has Hollywood called her yet? Conclusion’s coming, once I’m in the right state of mind Trying to not see her with open eyes Wants my soul as a souvenir Darling it’s drenched in bad memories Let me throw it in the washer for you My soul's an anvil planted in my body Never leaving, until she says sorry She showed me heaven, she showed me hell Left me in purgatory