Hearts

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-ity"

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's happened again

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing

One more night in fucking town

Screaming gets you nothing

And I swear I'm fucking dead

Screaming gets you nothing

I drew a heart around the name of your city

Screaming gets you nothing

I drew a heart around the name of your city