this crystal is your son now he's a good one, hell make you proud this motel is your home and it must be lovely with your new fuck friend may i have
just give me one chance to impress you just give me one chance to "ruin my life" and i'll prove you wrong and play this song at your funeral well turn
her autumn hair and winter skin when summer springs that's adrienne and if i died tonight i wouldn't care if she tried to find my body at all cuz i can
spotlights they're shining on everything they make even boring seem like it is so interesting why is all of this so usual? why is all of this so terrible
i think that suicides an art form because he painted his bedroom walls with his blood and his brains and if we protest the wind i can guarantee you'll
carve a name into my lungs so i can breathe each breath for you with my love inside and that's where i'll find her with a portrait and binder recording
is the weight of emptiness heavier than all the baggage of that bed sheet bound romance and the ghosts of all its habits hey lover you hate my guts hey
i can't write, i can't sleep i can't think of a way to say what i feel i can't move, i can't blink i can't think of a thought for the thought of me stealing
oh this white trash sunset no exit off of this freeway oh this southern climate humid kill, vultures meal freeway oh my redneck mistress victory for
round and round i've been dying here for way too long now i'm sure of that you have robbed me of my dreams now you crook please just give them back you
