Two steps ahead of following you blindly Set my faith on but the real Larsen (arson) was bad timing Walking through walls seemed so uninteresting You make mundane when you put the suicide in sexy IV upon request Im walking on my own Mama was a coma; Papa was a rolling stone Send me home enough thread to keep my wounds closed Lies the Truth was tattooed on the tombstone The wounds tore, worms out of its newborn scorn Your performs plastic poetry on my human form bacteria glowin in the dark, flash cooks the psyche All Mikey ever wanted was Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a short walk in the run When the spread to the lungs Its all to the tongue Failed to accept it all to pass Fight me slow, me fast Youre still my friend off the mask
When I heard Ive got perfect little medicine Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring Lick your lips, em at my heart, and cut it open for me
If this was heaven it have a better backstage The director pressuring me to act my age Maybe shes If I could squeeze a bit of life out of this page In the of love maybe Ill push and shove my way Through this day, changes in my brain made the chains decay My prescription angel, come and my pain away Play your guitar, try to out my cough Found a chest of pleasure, excess marks the spot Screw in the screws tighter, clip the loose I was truly til my muse told me shes too tired I had to come and pull the label, read the warning running, running, running, running, can be habit 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 your bravery is Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me