I'm in love with the expensive and so are you Spending more, than I can chew Throwing up, cause I'm high and crying cause I'm low from being high And if I could I would marry you I would dance until my feet are fucking blue we could have the world and we would have all the money too . . . . . . . . So get out by getting up this world, fucking sucks if you don't have what you want but what you need your mother sure would love your free company and I would love to see my father if he asked me But I got my love so, I don't want but need The expensive taste, oh what a waste I sure don't need this are you sure I don't need this Absolutely positive I'm spinning the web of what my body controls being in my twenties, am I going to be like this at thirty and I only have a couple years to go and I only have a couple years to go.
Running to a distance running for what anywhere I go it wouldn't be called home. You wouldn't be there and my heart will have to beat alone and that's fine too but I'd like to think we have many years to go. What am I doing calling you a friend I'm miserable and miss-spoken and here you love me yet. I wish I was seven so you wouldn't have met me because if I fucked up your life your mother would hate me.
I see the World like a shooting star but it does not go far, burned up all the light the wish might not get to fall hard. Black widow babies they’re chasing after me, after me. Why are you smiling? That’s your name written on the grave. Black widow babies don’t slide across the fluid water. It’s poisoning that this house has fallen apart again. Black widow babies run outside before the flames, run to our neighbors. Jenny never cleans anyway.
Sunrise to sunset is where we live in the life of the unrest. Where beauty meets cruelty depending on how you see the reflection. Opened or closed eyes either way we are alive. With traits of the Gods with independent thoughts. Genes from our mothers if we know her or not. Bound to a beautiful time.
Annoyed of self control, too controlled by the insane. Defined by our people then more than just the chemicals changed. I saw the anger in your mind that despised all the rest. Is she a refused realization of a portrait of the young world with a crooked mind? Like, she the world plays innocent to pass the time and what she lost is sent to no return. Accept the only thing that lingers is her annoyance of what is self control.
Slithering like the sins of my soul. I burn like fire too to ash like smoke. The wind carries and yet it leaves my mortal soul. Left with the night air to waist away in the cold. To have a sin saved is still yet another sin to hold.
I bathe in the moonlight only to soak in the night glow. My skin shines with the stars but I have to remain unknown. (I can see the fields below) The wind has died down and the birds have gone home. I'm in my shower looking out from the tall window of my black tower. My body flows in the waves that the speaker plays. As the water drips to the beats of the words to be sang.