Hearts
by Give Up the Ghost· from Year One
Dear eastern prom I know it'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 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's happening 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...