contrariwise .

i hate the world , it's secrets divine
your heart is pure , unlike mine
the windows break , glass falls to the floor
and i would sweep it under the door .

to the left of my chest , there's a heart that's beating
even though i'm blind and my hair is receeding
i live in an asylum , and my name is mary jane
i'm not hitting the target , so please fix my aim .

my eyes , aflame
from the secrets , from the pain
and to this day , we share the blame
for the monster i became

to the left of my chest , there's a heart that's beating
even though i'm blind and my hair is receeding
i live in an asylum , and my name is mary jane
i'm not hitting the target , so please fix my aim .

mary jane is a monster gal
she ate my soul , devoured it all
i don't know what i did to piss her off
but i won't ever do it again .

to the left of my chest , there's a heart that's beating
even though i'm blind and my hair is receeding
i live in an asylum , and my name is mary jane
i'm not hitting the target , so please fix my aim .