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