Testo Tragic Music

i want to hear it loud
i want to hear it true
sometimes i like the darker clouds and i feel like feeling blue
i drown myself in music, light another cigarette
i know i shouldn’t do it, but they’re so fucking poetic
tragic music scars to prove it

i want to feel the pain it helps the heart to grow
when i’m puking in the drain you know it’s murder on the throat
i’m drinking like Bukowski
light another cigarette
i wear my heart on my sleeve doing nothing to protect it
tragic music scars to prove it.

i want to be alone until i just explode from pure grain fumes exhaled and lighting up a smoke
i’m digging for the car keys cause i’m out of cigarettes
thoughts of parking on train crossings with a mix tape in the tape deck

beat.
beat heart
beat heart sweet.
beat heart sweet stereo i’m going to fall apart
beat
beat heart
beat heart sweet
beat heart sweet stereo
i’m going to break your heart