darkness records

burn my mona lisa

i would like another chance

to put stars in her eyes

fire pipes in the sky

and brass knuckles on her hands

she can breathe

she can see

when you're not watching

throw away my letters

i would like another shot

to put a shine in your smile

make your nights worthwhile

like i'm with you when i'm not

i disappear and reappear

i'm made of magic

shred your photo albums

they're not gonna save anything

petty moments in a grave

toss your newborn baby

he deserves a better path

than an ambien dream

filled with vicodin dreams

predetermined to relapse

spending weekends in the bath

he can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun