Sweep the black super market Sweep it up with your teeth Put your feather in a box (Take off, take off) Send it off to me I smell oxygen, precious Bareback
When I was eight years old Before puberty took hold I thought I'd end up beside a princess bride And love was indivisible Never mind how my taste reflects
my birthday For my birthday One sweet day his heart ceased to beat He fell so fast beneath all our feet Through bugs and snakes Last words he had to say
You're looking quite sharp, sugar. You've got some teeth on that stare. You've got them tattered blue jeans on. You've done that thing with your hair.
Life is not a spark in space, an episode of Will and Grace, Controversial yet mundane, Debrah's messing with your brain Even scientologists know there
Here I am laid bare at the end of my rope I've lost all hope, so long Molly Connolly just broke up with me Over the revealing nature of the songs You
Its not much better than death Giving up on everything With every cynical breath The air keeps thickening The spite will fill our lungs Till we spit
I've watched you all succeed with the highest marks In greed from my cave, where you're displayed like photographs That bleed and my teeth grind names
Here comes the sadness that I miss so much That lonely aching comes from every touch I've grown accustomed to the grays and blacks Because they're always
As I watch you doze away You slept through minutes and hours and days Your breath becomes quiet and still So still I'll wake you from your bed The night
name" There was a man from Nazareth the fools at war pervert They forged an image of his flesh to brand on mugs and t-shirts They say one day he'll
. My favourite band. But you wouldn't know from looking at me.All wrapped up in you, but where can you be now and what can I do for you? Just say "Maxim
I mean nothing, only nothing There is nothing I can do about that I've accepted my place in the back This is not the place or time to snap I awaken to
there is a certain type of genius who is proud to know so much he skipped a thousand showers cause he doesn't need to touch he hides his bastard faces
She drives me insane, drives me insane Have at thee false Christ, I've been dreaming on She drives me insane, drives me insane Have at thee false Christ
If I die and go to hell real soon, it will appear to me as this room. And for eternity I'd lay in bed in my boxers, half stoned, with the pillow under
If I'm just a slave to my high school days Then when does a boy become a man They say at 16 I will get tough and mean College prep rally pep peachy
let me tell you about the love i have cause it's growing by the moment and i'd murder you to hold his hand see i don't even know this boy but i want