Making arrangements the starch the bleach no roses grow on the grave where we celebrate i'm going to wear white to your funeral needles pushing
He had some words but few worked out his suicide read "goodbye for now" and in his mind there's no doubt that this is the right thing on the tallest
Oh this hymn sings no praise of the lost days when youth's brains were sun-bathed on sundays and thesepews going to give our backsides slivers
GO! this longing for belonging is making you sick revolver to your head you're pulling the trigger just to be the part of the clique it's suicidal
i throw rocks and words "your youth won't last! no, it won't last!" i am thirteen in a city o pederasts far too old for their dark sunglasses and
Mediocrity is the majority and it's these same old words that are boring me how can you be so content with everything already said? what the fuck
I am a man who is rotten and forgotten living with handfuls and landfills of regrets while she stand there stabbing me in the chest with each subtle
How could this be true? i looked up to you with a kinked neck and dreams wrecked ambition's beat black and blue i've been knocked down before
Things fade so fast this happiness won't last the sun goes down the bird goes up white flags at half-mast no need to stop the bleeding open-mouthed
You said that we'd meet half way but at this pace we'll never be in the same place i am running out of limbs i'm down to the last leg of this race
Heart's been running on empty ever since that day you fucking left me how could things turn out this way? no good-bye's you're gone and that's it
Cross my heart i meant every lie that i told now, cross your legs i need a photo before i go these nights are hot, but the days are so cold be it
1, 2, GET LEWD! I've got a sprained shoulder and a disheveled interior from throwing haymakers at a stranger in the mirror there's no way he could
