Testo 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-fly"
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 happened again
What's wrong with me?
Screaming gets you nothing
One more night in fucking town
And I swear I'm fucking dead...
I drew a heart around the name of your city...