Two steps ahead of myself following you Set my faith on but the real Larsen (arson) was bad timing through walls never seemed so uninteresting You magic mundane when you put the suicide in sexy IV upon request Im finally on my own Mama was a coma; Papa was a rolling kidney Send me home with enough thread to keep my wounds Here Lies the Truth was tattooed on the The wounds tore, leaking worms out of its scorn Your perfume performs plastic poetry on my form Warm bacteria glowin in the dark, cooks the psyche All Mikey ever was Oliver Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a walk in the long run When the spores to the lungs Its all to the tongue Failed to accept it all comes to me slow, fuck me fast Youre still my friend off the mask
When I heard Ive got this perfect medicine Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches Im a slave, youre a story, but bravery is boring Lick your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it 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 Ill push and shove my way Through this rainy day, changes in my brain made the decay My prescription angel, come and my pain away your guitar, try to sing out my cough Found a treasure chest of pleasure, excess the spot in the screws tighter, clip the loose wires I was truly inspired til my muse told me shes too I had to come and pull the label, read the warning running, running, running, running, running can be for me
When I Ive got this perfect little medicine Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my interesting Im a slave, youre a story, but bravery is boring your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me