Two ahead of myself following you blindly Set my faith on fire but the Larsen (arson) was bad timing Walking through never seemed so uninteresting You make magic when you put the suicide in sexy IV upon Im finally walking on my own Mama was a Papa was a rolling kidney stone Send me home with enough thread to keep my wounds Here the Truth was tattooed on the tombstone The wounds tore, leaking worms out of its newborn Your performs plastic poetry on my human form Warm glowin 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 spread to the lungs Its all nails to the to accept it all comes to pass Fight me slow, fuck me Youre still my friend take off the
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 your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it for me
If this was it would have a better backstage The director pressuring me to act my age shes right If I could squeeze a bit of life out of empty page In the book of love Ill push and shove my way Through this rainy day, changes in my brain made the chains My prescription angel, come and take my away Play your guitar, try to out my cough Found a treasure of pleasure, excess marks the spot in the screws tighter, clip the loose wires I was truly inspired til my muse told me too tired I had to come and pull the label, didnt the warning running, running, running, running, can be habit for me
When I heard Ive got this perfect little Bright enough to blind the sun, it 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