i'm made of terrible things but with beautiful endings
i wanna walk to the edge of town and think about all the bastards that never loved me...

i dont ever wanna die
and the taste of your lips is all i wanna find
oh, but this orange glow has no reason to be
only to feed my soul

sorry for loving so much
sorry for loving so bad

oh boy, i wish i was easy to talk to
there's a hole in my head for all the things i find 
a mess on the fantasy and the misery
i talk to myself to see if i'm still alive
when there's a masterpiece trapped inside your eyes
i'm afraid i can't say this without a smile
i know in new years eve i won't be holding your hand

sorry for loving so much
sorry for loving so bad