Hearts

Dear eastern prom I know what's wrong... but it's suicide eyes that wrote this song... for all I'm worth writers block is a bitch words falling like bricks for a new england wish... I was an easy male fuck in the town of "naive-ity" all I wanted was a shot in the dark but like a knife through the heart I choke on spit covered words... oh my god - it happened again what's wrong with me? Screaming gets you nothing one more night in this town and I swear that I'm dead... I drew a heart around the name of your city...