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 this town
And I swear that I’m dead…
I drew a heart
Around the name of your city…
