God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life, Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor, Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt. You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt. You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid, With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad, When I thought that suffering was something profound, That weighed down on wise heads, And not just something to be avoided, Something normal people dread.
Me, I'd let the panic ride And pin it on the wall Feels better to be lost Than having felt the choice For so long
You ask who you love and you don't know, no, do you? The spirit of God just passes right through you. You gave away heaven handed right to you And I can see it all. Tell me, is it true? Kiss me, my darling. Darling, I need you. Where do we go? We go, oh, Lord, I don't know Where we go? We don't know I don't,
Ecstasy's got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck, spilling guts to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like yeah, what'd the fuck we do? I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheating then I'm stuck with you
Manic depression is touching my soul I know what I want but I just don't know How to, go about gettin' it Feeling sweet feeling, Drops from my fingers, fingers Manic depression is catchin' my soul Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain You make love, you break love It's all the same When it's, when it's over, mama Music, sweet music I wish I could caress, caress, caress Manic depression is a frustrating mess Well, I think I'll go turn myself off, And go on down All the way down Really ain't no use in me hanging around In your kinda scene Music, sweet music I wish I could caress, caress, caress Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Like a little girl crying in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams, Is there anyone out there? 'Cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe.
Let's scream, there's nothing leftSo sick of playing, I don't want to anymoreThe thought of you's no fucking funYou want a martyr I'll be oneBecause enough's enough, we're doneYou told me think about it, well I didNow I don't wanna feel a thing anymoreI'm tired of begging for the things that I wantI'm over sleeping like a dog on the floorImagine living like a king somedayA single night without a ghost in the wallsAnd if the bass shakes the earth undergroundWe'll start a new revolution nowHail Mary, forgive meBlood for blood, hearts beatingCome at me, now this is war! Fuck with this new beat.
Admit it! Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine Prototypical non-conformist You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo You adhere to a set of standards and tastes That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit) Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone I long for this feeling to not feel at all The higher I get, the lower I'll sink I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim
Leave me out with the waste This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you It's the wrong time she's pulling me through It's a small crime and I've got no excuse Is that alright? [I give my gun away when it's loaded] Is that alright? [If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it] Is that alright? [I give my gun away when it's loaded] Is that alright [Is that alright with you?]
Cause every time I ran, I ran to you I meant it every time I said I loved you I kiss the thought of you and I I still regret the day that we said goodbye And do you think of me at night? I still wish we could've made it right But we can't say that we never tried I guess everything seems more clear here on the other side