How darkly the dark hand met his end.
He was withered and bony,
Exposed for a phony.
But we heed the last words that he penned,
“Haste to disgrace the traitor, do not wait ‘til later”.
I don’t think that you’ve got to pretend.
I see God in birds,
And Satan in long words.
But I know what you need in a friend,
So now when I leave you, I hope I won’t see you.
I’m gonna stay eighteen forever so we can stay like this forever,
and we’ll never miss a party ‘cause we keep them going constantly,
and we’ll never have to listen to anyone about anything,
‘cause it’s all been done and it’s all been said,
we’re the coolest kids and we take what we can get.
Don’t feed me scraps from your bed,
I won’t be the stray coming back just to be fed.
Hey, its your ride.
Get your petals out, lay them in the aisle.
Pretend your garden grows, and it’s your day to wed.
We found your man, he’s drinking up, he’s all American
and he’ll drive.
He’s volunteered with grace to end your life.
(Source: Spotify)
Please make the technology,
so I can turn up your love like some cold machine.
Don’t feed me scraps from your bed,
I won’t be the stray coming back just to be fed.
Do you believe you’re missing out?
Everything good is happening somewhere else.
But with nobody in your bed,
the night’s hard to get through.
(Source: Spotify)
I am on the mend.
At least now I can say that I am trying.
And I hope you will forget things I still lack.
(Source: Spotify)
