There's a lightning storm each and every night Crashing inside you like motorbikes We toss and turn, sleep so loud Grind the teeth in our empty mouths
Calling all cars, all coroners, we've got a dead one here And anybody else receiving this, the west coast is far from clear Like a time bomb or sudden
Not sure how this is supposed to feel Cutting like a red hot knife of surgical steel Brought flesh from the autoclave. She came, she came with sterile
I am waiting 'til there's nothing left I'm a prayer, all you see is breath I am empty, I am skin and bones, I'm a ribcage Well, I'm out the door with
It's been a long day living with this It's been a long time since I felt so sick I took a long walk straight back home I could've walked back to San
Here we are again with handguns for hearts They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart Nothing to hold. I'll hope to lead it Our demise has been
Over and out of it for one more plane ride out I'm not sure I never what to this would all aside it would Wait here a month or two will pass I'm sure
it's not so much a storm but just a cloud that lives inside of me he doesn't disturb so easily these days but when he wakes he goes the distance. in
It's not just a pain A pain in my back That lasts on my face My face every night on the poison that took my lungs Keeps me from feeling warm But I could
There's someone down below blowing you a kiss. They watch from their windows as all arms fall to their sides, and all eyes fix on the death of tomorrow
Well things they go bump in the night that you can't see How were the mishaps that always have burdened threes They say no rocket science, no big mystery
Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now Devouring all that's left of me Devouring all
There's a lightning storm, each and every night Crashing inside you, like motorbikes We toss and turn, sleep so loud Grind the teeth in our, our empty
Calling all cars or coroners, we got a dead one here And anybody else receiving this, the west coast is far from clear Like a time bomb, a sudden death
Not sure how this is supposed to feel Cutting like a red hot knife of surgical steel Brought fresh from the autoclave She came, she came with sterile
Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now Devouring, all that's left of me Devouring, all
It's been a long day living with this It's been a long time since I felt so sick I took a long walk straight back home I could've walked back to San Francisco
