I saw you for the first time in thirty-six weeks.
And it's comforting to know you haven't changed at all,
No, you still don't give two fucks if I fly or if I fall.
Tell me, what's it take, to be worth the spit on your shoes?
You promised every day you weren't like that.
But as soon as you found someone to sleep beside,
I haven't been worth a single second of time.
Tell me, what's it take, to be worth the spit on your shoes?
I'm dying. I'm hurting. I'm bleeding, I'm breaking.
And there are voices and noises, shadows and lights,
Snaking through my skull each cold and bitter night.
Tell me, what's it take, to be worth the spit on your shoes?
It hurts to look at you - you have no right being beautiful.
But people like me having no right using that word,
When you look at me disgusted by what you heard.
Tell me, what's it take, to be worth the spit on your shoes?
I don't know if this passion is love or if it's hate.
And if you're toying with me I lovehate your brilliance,
And if you are sincere I lovehate your broken innocence.
Tell me, what's it take, to be worth the spit on your shoes?