| You asked if I was feeling it, I’m psycho high | 
| Know you won’t remember in the morning when I speak my mind | 
| Lights are on and they’ve gone home, but who am I? | 
| Oh, how fast the evening passes | 
| Cleaning up the champagne glasses | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| (Oh, how fast the evening passes | 
| Cleaning up the champagne glasses) | 
| Our only wish is melodrama | 
| (Oh, how fast the evening passes | 
| Cleaning up the champagne glasses) | 
| And the terror and the horror | 
| When we wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa | 
| And the terror and the horror | 
| God, I wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa | 
| All the glamour and the trauma | 
| And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa | 
| All the gun fights and the lime lights | 
| And the holy sick divine nights, whoa | 
| (Holy sick divine nights, whoa) | 
| They’ll talk about us, all the lovers | 
| How we kiss and kill each other, whoa | 
| They’ll talk about us, and discover | 
| How we kissed and killed each other, whoa | 
| (And we’ll tell them) | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| You wanted something that we offer | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| You wanted something that we offer | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| You wanted something that we offer | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| You wanted something that we offer | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| We told you this was melodrama | 
| We told you this was melodrama |