It's a girl in here, not as sweet as you. It's a guy like me, some bad tattoos. An empty bar filling up with smoke. And I fry in the ashes, I'm 3 days old.
Calling all cars, all coroners. We've got a dead one here. And anybody else receiving this. The west coast is far from clear. . Like a time bomb or sudden death.
A deep dark secret down at the bottom. But this bay can't keep it unforgotten. And a story that was told has now grown taller than we'd ever wish to be.
I've got a dying urge to feel the way you do. Too close for comfort, bed and breakfast in a spoon. The shortest breath of your young life. A long walk home on Friday night.
I'm awake, it was a half bad dream. That was way too long, my whole life it seemed. That someone started digging me up. Turned my headstone into dust.
It's about time. That I came clean with you, I'm no longer fine. I'm no longer running smooth, I thought that I. Found myself under something new, just one more line.
It's everything that I can do right now. To not think about you moving further off. With every passing second. And every night of this lonely summertime.
I put it all on black. No color you're all dressed in. And a stab in the back. Left you bleeding on the floor. . And I'm mourning the death. The recent passing of your insides.