So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware so full of shit So indecisive so adamant I'm contemplating thinking about thinking It's so frustrating just get another drink in Watch me come undone They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum And I'm your son I come undone I come undone So rock and roll so corporate suit So damn ugly, so damn cute So well trained, so animal So need your love, so fuck you all I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you I come undone They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum And I'm your son I've come undone So write another ballad Mix it on a Wednesday Sell it on a Thursday Buy a yacht by Saturday It's a love song A love song Do another interview Sing a bunch of lies Tell about celebrities that I despise And sing love Songs We sing love Songs So sincere So sincere They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum I'm your son I've come undone I've come undone I've come undone I've come undone I am scum Love your son I am scum Love your son You've gotta love my sad song, my love song My sad song, my love song, my sad song, my love song