how i'm supposed to screw this up?
likes to shine on yours and mine
is confined in metric rhyme
make all your lies come true
follow the things you need
make your whole life complete
there's a puking girl trying
there's a puking girl trying
if spontaneously congealed into nothing
you could have become you
like in the notes you tore
laying there on the floor
what did you hope to find?
should i say goodnight to you?
really i tender feel for sin
but she cannot reach the moon
then i wouldn't have to play