Defoliated Glade of my heart string Fed through a Jenny Inextricably Ensconced in parked cars It's not got me far Imparting memoirs Of times shit got hard
On me. I've got friends Who just say talk less But to call quits is Not a sound option Scratch the invalid Didactic bullshit Kill them with kindness Me with sour patch kids
How have I ever Made you feel worthless? You condescend me every wordless glance Never is penance A chance at time back Through the great, the waste, the Ugly you knew that
I am an artist I eat space I am an artist Fallen from grace of Mother and Father Falter to bother Leaving behind e- ven my regrets.
Down this corpulent orifice, I am circumscribed by diatribe. Proclivity for vitriolic hating leads to Hades down this corpulent orifice. I am circumscribed by diatribe. Proclivity for vitriolic hating leads to Hades.
The thing that makes me sad is that I know how little time we have.
Northbound past Pala Windows down, head out Chilled air rushes in Sweat pressed to my skin From our friends now a- sleep in the back seat Every word we sing I get less cold feet, But
Everything I see's not how it should be. Ethereal lies breed thought mounds of debris. Keystone above and to the left of me. I'm unaccustomed to loving, please trust I tried, but I just can't get over you.