Two steps ahead of following you blindly Set my faith on fire but the real Larsen (arson) was bad through walls never seemed so uninteresting You make magic mundane when you put the in sexy IV upon Im finally walking 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 tattooed on the 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 wanted was Oliver 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, me fast Youre still my friend off the mask
When I Ive got this perfect little medicine Bright to blind 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 this was heaven it have a better backstage The keeps pressuring me to act my age Maybe shes If I could squeeze a bit of life out of this page In the book of love maybe Ill push and my way Through this day, changes 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 treasure chest of pleasure, marks the spot Screw in the screws tighter, the loose wires I was inspired til my muse told me shes too tired I had to come and pull the label, didnt the warning running, running, running, running, can be habit for me
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 bravery is boring Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me