Two steps ahead of following you blindly Set my faith on fire but the Larsen (arson) was bad timing Walking through walls never seemed so You magic mundane when you put the suicide in sexy IV upon request Im walking on my own Mama was a coma; Papa was a rolling kidney Send me home with enough to keep my wounds closed Here Lies the Truth was tattooed on the The wounds tore, worms out of its newborn scorn Your performs plastic poetry on my human form Warm glowin in the dark, flash cooks the psyche All Mikey wanted was Oliver Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a walk in the long run When the spread to the lungs 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 the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me
If was heaven it would have a better backstage The keeps pressuring me to act my age Maybe shes If I squeeze a bit of life out of this empty page In the of love maybe Ill push and shove my way Through this rainy day, changes in my brain the chains decay My angel, come and take my pain away Play guitar, try to sing out my cough a treasure chest of pleasure, excess marks the spot Screw in the screws tighter, clip the loose I was truly inspired til my muse me shes too tired I had to and pull the label, didnt 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 bravery is boring Lick your lips, em at my heart, and cut it open for me