And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, 
'cause most of us are bitter over someone. 
Setting fire to our insides for fun, 
to distract our hearts from ever missing them. 
But I'm forever missing him.

But I crumble completely when you cry.
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye,
I am always just about to go and spoil the surprise,
take my hands off of your eyes too soon.

I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl. 
You're the bird on the brim, hypnotized by the whirl.
Drink me, make me feel real. 
Wet your beak in the stream.