This

is

what

the

edge

of

your

seat

was

made

for,

Hold-

ing

on,

noth-

ing to

lose,

This

is

what

the

edge

of

your

seat

was

made

for,

And

this,

This

is

what

the

back

of

your

hand

was

made

for,

Sto-

len

a-

po-

lo-

gies,

Sto-

len

a-

po-

lo-

gies,

you,

You're

a

trai-

tor

to

my

heart,

You're

a

trai-

tor

to

us

all,

For-

sa-

ken

This

o-

ver

in-

dul-

gence

of

con-

ci-

seness,

Has

torn

a

day

a-

part,

And

lin-

gered

in

the

splen-

dor,

Of

the

feel-

ing

in

my

sto-

mach,

Trail-

ing

down

the

sha-

dow

of

cupped

hands,

Co-

ver-

ing

my

face,

I

wait

for

what

I

have

to

do,

For-

sa-

ken,

We're

all

mo-

vie

stars,

We're

all

mo-

vie

stars,

We're

all

mo-

vie

stars,

We're

all

mo-

vie

stars,

(And

I'm

speak-

ing

these

words)

(And

I'm

talk-

ing

to

the

mir-

ror)

You're

a

trai-

tor

to

my

heart,

You're

a

trai-

tor

to

us

fuck-

ing

all