You know my story
How the government created me
How I steal away innocence and show no mercy
How I come wrapped in
Cellophane

You know I’m no good
Yet you fein for my love
My numbing touch
The way I melt away your pain
Electricity floods your brain
Every time you lay eyes on my
Cellophane

I’ve killed your friends
Your family
Crushed your dreams
And ruined you forever
And still
You long for me wrapped perfectly inside
Cellophane

It’s been one year
Four hundred fifty days
Ten thousand seven hundred seventy-seven hours
And you still
Think of me
You still imagine me placed oh so perfectly inside
Cellophane

Since you’ve let me go
Your anger has ceased
Your thoughts have unclustered
And you’ve gained everything back

You’re afraid of me
Afraid of my
Cellophane

You despise my very name
You used to love my feel
My touch
The way I warmed your veins
The way I helped you forget

You hated needles
But I was so different
I made you queen
Gave you everything you wanted
Money
Cars
A house

In reality you had nothing
You lost your soul
Let me consume you whole

The worst part is you never saw it coming

It’s been one year
Four hundred fifty days
Ten thousand seven hundred seventy-seven hours
And you still think of me
You still imagine me placed oh so perfectly inside
Cellophane

Except you’ve come to realize
You can’t hide the pain wrapped up inside
Cellophane

And since you’ve let me go
You’ve found happiness
Inside the simple things
And finally you can smile
For real