My Mistakes Were Made for You

                                  About as subtle as an earthquake, I know

My mistakes were made for you



And in the back room of a bad dream, she came

And whisked me away, enthused



And it's 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, round

And the in between, before we smash to smithereens

Like they were, and we scrambled from the grain

And its the fame that put words in her mouth

She couldn't help, but spit em out

Innocence and arrogance intwined

In the filthiest of minds



She's was bitten on her birthday, and now

A face in the crowd, shes not

And i suspect that now, forever the shape

She came to escape, its forgot

And it's a lot to ask and not to sting1

Give her less than everything

Around your crooked conscious she will wind



Cos were just following the flock round

And the in-between

Before we smash to smithereens

Like they were, and we scramble from the grain

And it's the fame that put words in her mouth

She couldn't help, but spit em out

Around your crooked conscious she will wind

And it's a lot to ask and not to sting

Giver her less than everything

Innocence and arrogance intwined