Red is my favorite color, red like your mother's eyes after awhile of crying about how you don't love her. She says a??I know I don't deserve supervised
Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a doctor's slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won't it feel so good,
late spring sky, where our friend lies bleeding through his jacket and tie. A slit throat makes a note like a raw winter wind. We were piled in the river
They're waiting to hate you So give them an excuse They say that it changed you I know that can't be true I came in the entrance The makeup girl went
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning Lets kill the morning, let it die Will your eyes flash out a warning But they'll be another morning after
He gets close but I choke Take your shit, take your clothes And get out of my home I want you to love me Or I want you long gone You say your real name
Come into the den, come into the den You've got a glow Climb into my arms with blood on your clothes You've got a glow And you're no one's but mine
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer And his kid made a mint off the war Your father shot stills and then directed films That your mom did publicity
Here I am back home again I'm here to rest All they ask is where I've been Knowing I've been west I'm the family's unowned boy Golden curls of envied
She was once mine, that smile that shines From the glossy magazine that stuck inside the Sunday Times She was so sweet on Christmas Eve With the snow
Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling, the loveliest words whispered and meant - you like all these things. But, though you like all these things
a??Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again.a?? So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It's pretty clear, though
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls. A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall. He says a??There's plenty of time
I'm coming into your town. Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with nobody
Some nights I thirst for real blood, for real knives, for real cries. And then the flash of steel from real guns in real life really fills my mind. Then
Sit back, no song is written It's nothing you thought of Yourself It's just a ghost, came unbidden To this house This infection gets stronger every year
ll the latest toughs, you've got to shrug them off or shut them off. With ten-thousand-time-told truths, you've still got to ask for proof. Ask for proof