My Mistakes Were Made For You

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you
And in the backroom of the bad dream, she came
And whisked me away, enthused.

And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain.

And we're just following the flock
Around and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, then we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn't help, but spit them out
Innocence and arrogance entwined
In the filthiest of minds.

She was bitten on her birthday
And now a face in the crowd, she's not
And I suspected now forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot.

And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
And give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.

And we're just following the flock
Around and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn't help but spit them out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.

And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
And give her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance entwined.