You don't hold a candle.

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
the kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

but you, but you..

you write such pretty words.
but life's no storybook.
love's an excuse to get hurt.
and to hurt.
do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
then hurt me.