My Mistakes Were Made For You

About as subtle as an earthquake I know
My mistakes were made for you
And in the backroom of a bad dream she came
And whisked me away enthused

And it’s as solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something on the hazardous terrain
And were just following the flock around and in-between
Before we’re smashed to smithereens like they were
Then we scramble from the blame
And it, the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn’t help but spit them out
Innocence and arrogance entwined
In the filthiest of minds

She was bitten on her birthday and now a face in the crowd she’s not
And I suspect that now forever the shape she came to escape is forgot
And it’s a lot to ask and not to sting and give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind