This is what the edge of your seat is made for    Holding on    Nothing to lose    And this is what    The back of your hands was there for    Stolen apologies    You're a traitor to my heart    You're a traitor to us all    Forsaken!!    This over indulgence of conciseness    Has torn a day apart    And lingered in the splendor    Of the feeling in my stomach    Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands    Covering my face    Away from the need to talk to my miscalculation    Forsaken!!    We're all movie stars    And I'm speaking these words    And I'm talking to the mirror    You're a traitor to my heart    You're a traitor to us fucking all    And I don't want to kiss anyone but you    I fucking love you