My Mistakes Were Made For You

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know My mistakes were made for you And in the back room of a bad dream, she came And whisked me away, enthused And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill The fact is that it probably will hit something On the hazardous terrain And were just following the flock, round And the in between, before we smash to smithereens Like they were, and we scrambled from the grain And its the fame that put words in her mouth She couldn't help, but spit em out Innocence and arrogance intwined In the filthiest of minds She's was bitten on her birthday, and now A face in the crowd, shes not And i suspect that now, forever the shape She came to escape, its forgot And it's a lot to ask and not to sting1 Give her less than everything Around your crooked conscious she will wind Cos were just following the flock round And the in-between Before we smash to smithereens Like they were, and we scramble from the grain And it's the fame that put words in her mouth She couldn't help, but spit em out Around your crooked conscious she will wind And it's a lot to ask and not to sting Giver her less than everything Innocence and arrogance intwined