in my nothing you meant everything (everything to me)

song 4

this is a biography of my life
the fall and rise of my empire.
personal delima's made here
in the past of my depressing memory.

tried to perfect my misery
into a shape and sound so lovely
you would sing it to your baby's
as some kind of long-ago lullaby.

please let me show you my design-
prove to you that you weren't wrong
to believe in me, in the man
that i would become, the things
i would be capable of doing.

yes, it was all for you, everything
to prove to you that it was my infancy
that had me doing you wrong
back in two thousand and nine.

they say we were are toxic and not meant
for any sort of happiness, but i can
see the truth in there tales, they aren't
short of jealous of our romantic-perfection.