Bad Astrology

I wish I could sing louder Wish I didn't hate myself so much Now my body's out of touch again It doesn't get me any closer Just to hold you in my mind anymore When I lock the door, well, ha-ha-ha Don't want to be comfortable, I want to get hurt And I hate that I know, then I hate that it feels good Least you felt something when you slammed the door They used to hear us through the floor, but they don't anymore They used to hear us through the floor, but they don't anymore So you drop all your friends and you quit your job And you immolate everything you love Haven't had a thought in that rotten little head Since you figured out how to get high instead And killing yourself, it's a nice idea Yeah, until you get to the blood and tears You wrote ten notes, but they don't sound right So you decide to give it up for tonight You decide to give it up for tonight All my friends say that we've got bad astrology I don't care if you're not made for me Come to me, baby, just for a second Your body can kill my manic depression Trapped like an animal, palisade honeymoon I'll only see what you want me to see Do I need to plant the flowers in a vase? Do I need to keep my body in a cage? (Baby, take it easy, nobody's crying for you) Do I need to chase you out into the street? Do I need to hold your arms down while you sleep? (Baby, take it easy, nobody's dying for you)