Two ahead of myself following you blindly Set my faith on fire but the real (arson) was bad timing Walking through never seemed so uninteresting You magic mundane when you put the suicide in sexy IV upon request Im walking on my own Mama was a coma; Papa was a kidney stone Send me home with enough thread to keep my closed Here Lies the was tattooed on the tombstone The wounds tore, leaking out of its newborn scorn perfume performs plastic poetry on my human form Warm glowin in the dark, flash cooks the psyche All Mikey ever was Oliver Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a short in the long run the spores spread to the lungs Its all to the tongue Failed to it all comes to pass Fight me slow, fuck me Youre my friend take off the mask
When I heard Ive got perfect little medicine Bright enough to blind the sun, it my itches interesting Im a slave, youre a story, but your is boring Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me
If this was heaven it would have a backstage The keeps pressuring me to act my age Maybe shes If I could squeeze a bit of life out of this page In the book of love maybe Ill and shove my way Through this rainy day, changes in my brain made the decay My prescription angel, come and take my pain Play your guitar, try to out my cough Found a treasure chest of pleasure, marks the spot Screw in the screws tighter, the loose wires I was truly inspired til my muse me shes too tired I had to come and pull the label, read the warning running, running, running, running, running can be for me
When I heard Ive got this perfect medicine Bright to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me