stupid, stupid boyI sigh,I sigh because i'm sad and my breath is covered inspiderwebs and dust - and it is the most patheticcase of asphyxia I have ever experienced, chicagoskylights and tipping ferris wheels lining against mycheeks. don't be sad, city boy, don't be sad.
fooled you twicewhile you hold my hand,i'll manipulate words and give you the reassurance that'you're pretty ok' means 'hello, i love you.'i hate breaking the truth to you.the world is not a lie-and it's pretty with angel whistles and rosesthat never die when you shove themin the back seat of your car.and the world is beautiful,you're beautiful.i'm beautiful, too. absolutely flawless.
afteri kind of want to be a heart stopper-not as in shutting down the beats intheir chests, but where someone willwrite my name and dot a heart overthe i because i'm worth tenthousand silver swans and half a sky.