Happy Fucking Birthday! Lyrics

Love

Well this isn't love

This is shotguns and slugs

And this is you

Sleeping with a loaded gun

Love

Well love don't exist

It's just a word that we risk

So take the safety off

And fuck that loaded gun

Love

Well, love's just a joke

It's four letters we choke on

Sweetie, and I know

You'll regret it now

Maybe there's a train wreck

Up in my head

And if love isn't real

Then I'm already dead

Maybe there's a train wreck

Up in my head

And if love isn't real

Then I'm already dead

Maybe there's an alibi

For every song

That I did you so wrong

And I'm so, so sorry

Happy fucking birthday

It's all the same

You can blow out the candles

While I blow out my brains

Happy fucking birthday

Here is your gift

You can open it up

While I open my wrist

Love

Well this isn't love

This is needles and drugs

And this is you

Powdered up on angel dust

Love

Well love isn't true

It's just something we do

And pretty soon

Love will happen to shine through

Love

Well love's just a blade

And you're the one to be slain

Cut open

And remove your darkness