love is wasted on the lovely

Out here in the half-light, we make bad decisions
We steer into collisions with kindred, broken souls
And you scare very easy when you're forced to swim upstream
Seems you most go to great extremes to keep your will intact
And each morning you are reminded (be it ever so gently)
Love is a slowly fading memory

She moves in her own darkness, does just what she chooses
She wins more than she loses when she takes off her clothes
Try to look into her eye, stare through the back of her head
You'll find nothing but meat and flies and a cavity of cold
And at first glance, she is beautiful
But the truth is never easy
Love is a fiction of the greedy

I move in my own darkness, but I can be downright charming
You're trying to disarm me but I'm already coursing through your vein
Because I've got miles of teeth in my head and buckets of facts in my brain
Ice water within my veins and a good mind just to slice you up
And on the surface, I am symmetrical but underneath it's ugly
Love is wasted on the lovely

And on the surface, I am symmetrical but underneath it's ugly
Love is wasted on the lovely