Now the fire has gone away,

I face you with a broken pen,

And sympathy and gratitude,

Dissolve into disaray.

I relied, undisguised,

Followed all you?d say,

Was your weakness momentary,

You?re devotion temporary.

It?s a question of taste,

Like a slap in the face,

Let the vain do what they do,

Did you laugh at my innocence.

Custom made but gone astray,

Erase you with a pencilhead,

I?m bulletproof now I hide,

But somehow I was happy then,

Do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost,

Was your weakness, momentary,

Your devotion, temporary.

It?s a question of taste, like a slap in the face,

It?s a question of taste, let the vain do,

What they do, did you laugh at my innocence.

I don?t want to live forever, I just want some... ohohohoh

I don?t want to live forever, I just want some...ohohohoh