Good Intentions

Don't like my mouth
 There's just a hole where it used to be
 Can't even smile, not even if I'm happy
 Don't feel obliged to love on my behalf
 Can't eat it all, I've got a lot on my plate right now
 Don't fill me up, I really like my outline
 And then you go ahead and ring me up
 Asking about, my day, my mom, my dad
 My hair, my mouth, okay
 I don't want your good intentions
 I'm not your man, and I can
 Sense your bullshit from my bedroom
 It's driving me mad, and upset
 But up on my throne I killed my sister
 I'm so alone: I really, really miss her
 And all those times she watched me bleeding out
 Strapped on a tongue and gave a smile
 And told me I would be okay
 I just need your good vibrations
 I've gotten so ill, and I'm still
 Rigor mortis, set the motion
 Bring me to life, I'm so tight