Screen Test

The world is just as boring as you think

Like losing baby teeth but with accompanying disease

And I can't carry the sun

So listen just as long as you're here

Thin and decent so are we with our dependent means

And i can't carry your arms, until November's gone

Stand with me, if only for a second because i can see you running to your hottest, nearest, whatever thoughts. I know that you would never think to push me too, but here we are again we can push each other to hell and back

You're plotting your own death

And you don't even know it

It is clear skies for your demise

With no chance of hope

Oh the love is gone

You threw it away

You were always wrong

Stuck in retrograde

It just goes to show

You'll never know

A single thing about me

Bite half your tongue, dig your own grave

Stand with me while say when. I said when