You're Worth the Whole World

Face a word bank and fill in the blanks 
It's/its blank city versus (verses? verse is?) 
the hearts you’ve ever drawn (dropped?) 
Reduce your own arm off for a drop the glass absorbs 
And you’re pinned by the speeding dash line crash 
But the / their hearts are empty, you have no pain [paint?] and that’s the point. 

It's blank city baby where the buildings get stepped on 
And all the red carpets they fade (fake? pay?) 
(And) now the barbers don’t courtesy hairwash 
But the Devil will crop just your long hair 
And the Devil’s cover band are mortal / cover band immortal 
And they're all [they rock?] for you 
My dimes are full 
I carry a sad dollar / sanddollar 
They play (pay? paid?) me six Decembers 
If you can cast my face for any paint that’s left. 

I feel so 

Loved.