Two steps ahead of following you blindly Set my faith on but the real Larsen (arson) was bad timing Walking walls never seemed so uninteresting You make magic mundane you put the suicide in sexy IV request Im finally walking on my own Mama was a coma; was a rolling kidney stone Send me with enough thread to keep my wounds closed Here Lies the Truth was tattooed on the The wounds tore, worms out of its newborn scorn Your perfume performs plastic poetry on my human Warm bacteria in the dark, flash cooks the psyche All Mikey ever wanted was Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a short in the long run When the spores spread to the Its all to the tongue Failed to it all comes to pass Fight me slow, me fast Youre still my friend take off the
I heard Ive got this perfect little medicine Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches Im a slave, youre a story, but your is boring Lick your lips, em at my heart, and cut it open for me
If this was heaven it would have a better The director keeps me to act my age Maybe right If I could squeeze a bit of life out of this empty In the of love maybe 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 Play guitar, try to sing out my cough Found a treasure chest of pleasure, excess marks the 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, didnt the warning running, running, running, running, running can be for me
When I Ive got this perfect little medicine enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, youre a story, but bravery is boring your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me