Two steps ahead of myself you blindly Set my faith on fire but the real (arson) was bad timing Walking through walls seemed so uninteresting You make magic mundane when you put the suicide in IV upon request Im walking on my own was a coma; Papa was a rolling kidney stone Send me home with enough thread to keep my closed Here Lies the Truth was tattooed on the 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 wanted was Oliver Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a walk in the long run When the spores to the lungs Its all nails to the to accept it all comes to pass Fight me slow, fuck me still my friend take off the mask
When I Ive got this perfect little medicine enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring Lick your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it 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 this page In the of love maybe Ill push and shove my way Through this rainy day, in my brain made the chains decay My prescription angel, come and take my pain Play your guitar, try to out my cough Found a chest of pleasure, excess marks the spot in the screws tighter, clip the loose wires I was truly inspired til my muse told me shes too I had to and pull the label, didnt read the warning running, running, running, running, running can be for me
When I heard Ive got this little medicine Bright enough to the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring Lick your lips, em at my heart, and cut it open for me