: XO Skeletons!
: Running out of birthdays Yeah, we're really gonna die with no one on our side It's gonna be a long walk for someone who's shoes got no soul
: I started digging in the sun-shit-storm Of dead August melted chaffed thighs Became a vaginal termite I started dropping all my pants between The
: I'm in your creek with bricks for feet A dirty teen dream too perfect for me Two years crashed on a dead end street My heart needs a jump, can we add
: Oh, the babies we could make Out in parking lots Of young punks jealous of U. S. A. is rotting in the air between our Screams and bloody microphone
: Help me, honey, 'cause I can't see Love's lungs are blowing teargas at me Ambulance sirens are screaming my name And I'm all hopped up on yesterday
: Stomping on the graves of dead pop stars Drinking the blood of Christ in stolen cars Honey, peachy, flower blossoms, bumblebee Nectar-addicted '70s
: The earths been known to quake The heads been known to ache When you swallow lithium with wine your dreams keep you awake Muzzles off, the fucking
: Girl at the graveyard, boy from the gutter Grow out your hair, go drown in the summer Sleep on the beach under blue tidal waves Swinging from new moons
It seems perfection is made up You're lying to yourself and I want more I'm calling you out, I'm calling you out Time won't be here that much easier
It seems perfection is made up You?re lying to yourself and I want more And I?m calling you out, I?m calling you out Time won?t be here that much easier
: It seems perfection is made up You?re lying to yourself and I want more And I?m calling you out, I?m calling you out Time won?t be here that much easier