Dear eastern prom

I know what's wrong...

But it's suicide eyes

That wrote this song

For all I'm worth

Writer's block is a bitch

Words falling like bricks

For a New England wish...

I was an easy male fuck

In the town of "naive-fly"

All I wanted was a shot in the dark

But like a knife through the heart

I choke on spit covered words...

Oh my god - It happened again

What's wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing

One more night in this town

And I swear that I'm dead...

I drew a heart

Around the name of your city...