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