What if there's nothing more to me?. I'm just skin and bones, there's no mystery. What if you're just an empty shell?. All your spare parts were used up by somebody else What if there's no way to e
Quicksand is a code of arms. Lose sleep with some liquid fiction. Last rites every Friday night. While we cool with the lights on High tide tied around the neck. The same song everybody's bleeding
Tick tock, sweat, switch up the fingers. The silly integer's always on vacation. I didn't think it was a bad idea. I just couldn't figure out how to make the phone work That said I was no different
I've got emotion dripping out my pores. And I thought I would let you know. You are the night light ripping through my wicked world. How you make it sparkle and glow Before I lose control. There's
To the deep end, to the heart line. Hold it straight together, man, hold it straight together if you can. Little fevers wrapped in dedication. All strung out on novelty, collapse yourself and try t
What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again. We begin to scream and run. But the current
If I stand too close I might fall in. But if I'm too far gone I'll never win. If you believe in me. I might just wanna spend some time with you again I'm afraid I tend to disappear. Into an anxiou
Maybe you were right after all. Maybe I'm just bad news. I've been drowning in memories. Call it residual blues. I fell asleep watching Veronica Mars again I still futz with that tourniquet. I tr
It's been a good year, a good new beginning. I'm through with the old school so let's commence the winning. I've been a good little worker bee. I deserve a gold star Gone are the glad hands, the bl
Tick tock, sweat, switch up the fingers. The silly integer's always on vacation. I didn't think it was a bad idea. I just couldn't figure out how to make the phone work That said I was no different
Quicksand is a code of arms. Lose sleep with some liquid fiction. Last rites every Friday night. While we cool with the lights on High tide tied around the neck. The same song everybody's bleeding
If I stand too close I might fall in. But if I'm too far gone I'll never win. If you believe in me. I might just wanna spend some time with you again I'm afraid I tend to disappear. Into an anxiou
What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again. We begin to scream and run. But the current