Two steps ahead of myself following you Set my on fire but the real Larsen (arson) was bad timing Walking walls never seemed so uninteresting You make magic mundane when you put the in sexy IV upon request Im finally on my own was a coma; Papa was a rolling kidney stone Send me with enough thread to keep my wounds closed Here Lies the Truth was on the tombstone The wounds tore, leaking out of its newborn scorn Your perfume performs plastic 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 walk in the long run When the spores spread to the Its all nails to the Failed to accept it all to pass me slow, fuck me fast Youre still my friend take off the
I heard Ive got this perfect little medicine Bright enough to the sun, it makes 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 was heaven it would have a better backstage The director pressuring me to act my age Maybe shes If I could squeeze a bit of life out of empty page In the book of love maybe Ill and shove my way Through this rainy day, in my brain made the chains decay My angel, come and take my pain away Play guitar, try to sing out my cough Found a chest of pleasure, excess marks the spot Screw in the tighter, clip the loose wires I was truly inspired til my muse told me too tired I had to and pull the label, didnt read the warning running, running, running, running, can be habit for me
When I heard Ive got this perfect medicine enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, youre a story, but your is boring your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me