Testo Hearts

Dear Eastern Prom,
I know it'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 fuck
in the town of Naive-ity
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's happened again...
what's wrong with me?
Screaming gets you nothing.
One more night in this town
and I swear that I'm dead....
I drew a heart around the name of your city