Dead words for closed ears, all this is sung for you.
Emery, “ponytail parades”
Curse my enemies forever,
Let’s slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful,
This desperation leaves me overjoyed,
With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy.
+44, “no it isn’t “
I’m so tired of getting out of bed,
but who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
when our time is up, we’ll be ashamed or proud.
Bayside, “Walking wounded”
And when everything that you do loses beauty,
When everything’s taboo and unkind,
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives,
Heavens, “Watching you”