I am a magnet for broken pieces
I am attracted to broken people
I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding
And it looks like my fault
And it looks like I'm caught red-handed
Hit over the head, epiphanyOver my head, repeatedly
Thick skull never did nothing for me
Same lesson again? Come on, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Only I know where all the bodies are buried
Thought by now I'd find 'em just a little less scary
Might get easier but you don't get used to it
Keep on autopilot, hey, hey
What's the body count up to now, captain?