Two steps ahead of myself following you Set my on fire but the real Larsen (arson) was bad timing Walking through never seemed so uninteresting You make magic mundane you put the suicide in sexy IV upon request Im walking on my own Mama was a coma; Papa was a 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 performs plastic poetry on my human form bacteria glowin in the dark, flash cooks the psyche All Mikey ever was Oliver Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a short walk in the run When the spread to the lungs Its all to the tongue Failed to accept it all comes to Fight me slow, fuck me Youre still my take off the mask
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
If this was it would have a better backstage The keeps pressuring me to act my age Maybe 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, changes in my made the chains decay My prescription angel, and take my pain away Play your guitar, try to out my cough Found a treasure chest of pleasure, excess 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 perfect little Bright enough to the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, youre a story, but your is boring Lick your lips, em at my heart, and cut it open for me