May I be of use?

May I steal the bruise from your own stash

And place it inside my cage?

May I be so helpful?

A scrapbook with three pages

Every one for the people I know

They′re all yours to degrade

Get it through your pretty head

Take me with you instead

Forget her, she's gone

So, tell me, dear stranger

What′s got you distraught?

Mm, here I am to bring

Psychosomatic freedom to your head

May I be of service, newlywed?

See mе as a host to all your greatest dreams

And thеn some change

As long as your compassion stays the same

I may not be of great design but I can offer some advice

Keep yourself inside the ride or else you'll lose your mind

You'll lose your mind

I may not help with steep inclines but I can promise you′ll be fine

Trust the voices in your head

Take me with you instead

Get it through your pretty head

Take me with you instead

Forget her, she′s gone

Tell me, dear stranger

Whose side are you on?

May I be of use?

May I steal the bruise from your own stash

And place it inside my cage?

I may not be a stable mind

But I can promise that you're mine

Trust my voice inside your head

Take me with you instead

May I be of use?

May I creep into your open hand

And bid you take me to the grave?

May I be so helpful?

I′m ripping out your pages

Singing songs to the people I know

Just to leave them anyway

Get it through your pretty head

Take me with you instead

Forget her, she's gone

Forgive me, dear stranger

Now, turn me back on