Two steps ahead of myself you blindly Set my faith on fire but the real Larsen (arson) was bad Walking through walls never 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 with enough thread to keep my wounds closed Lies the Truth was tattooed on the tombstone The wounds tore, leaking worms out of its scorn Your perfume performs plastic poetry on my form Warm bacteria glowin in the dark, flash cooks the 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 to the tongue Failed to accept it all comes to Fight me slow, me fast still my friend take off the mask
When I heard Ive got this perfect little enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me
If this was heaven it would have a backstage The director keeps me to act my age shes right If I could squeeze a bit of life out of empty 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 away Play your guitar, try to sing out my Found a chest of pleasure, excess marks the spot Screw in the tighter, clip the loose wires I was inspired til my muse told me shes too tired I had to come and pull the label, read the warning running, running, running, running, running can be for me
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 bravery is boring your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me