social suicide

Another Sunday spent writing crybaby music

short breaths, our living death

you take me for a ride

mouth shut, all blood and guts

and social suicide

why don't you go, pretense in tow

we'll be alright

eyes wide, good looks preside

you take me for a ride

we ascend hand in hand

I toss and turn, you understand

we learn to synchronize

tirade provoke and inside jokes

you just go

moonlight pours in tonight

and you are infinite

we squeeze out dark disease

exboyfriend jealousy

and then you take off, your name aloft

I'll be just fine

fairweather friends forever

and I just wait in line

skinned knees, christmas eve

it meant everything

train tracks, we sit back

and watch it atrophy