drug for this

I think that I might be the Devil
you think that I might be the One
I don't think you'd believe the things I've done
but you're safe, baby
if you don't cry
I don't want you blue
but I know your type
and your sky
will wax gray
start raining all over you


I wish they made a drug for this
I'm that girl again and I apologize
I don't think you know how to believe your eyes
you're not safe here
cry, baby cry
you're already blue
and I know your type
and your sky
without color
will destroy and become you

there is a boy with your name
he wears a ring
I couldn't help but think
I was high and paranoid
I tore apart everything
that explains all the blood you're missing
and the endgame's got me wishing
you'd have turned out to be the married boy