she never lost her glass slipper
only her virginity...
and so did he,
i can't do anything,
but walk on glass, and
a thousand white stars racing towards me
a thousand red, falling away.
these cars are no longer cars
and i want to be apart of this
leave you knee deep in the chlorine
the sting, yes it kills
but the pollen hurts more
welcome to the badlands
it's the only land i know,
we can dance fast through the madlands...
numb our lips and minds on blow
Braden, when you come home,
you will be reminded that hell and home start with the same letter.
I'm beginning to crack along the seams
foreshadowing my explosion.
How perfectly your empty trees reflect my barren soul. I will be grey. I will be bones. I will be just like you.
When morningtime comes, and the sun rises, cold... I will be there. Beneath the twisted branches and frozen mud,
my hand outstretched as if you could almost reach me.
i'll push your bones into mexican mud
and stomp on them...so that
when the rain
it's nighttime in the valley
city's glaring: go to sleep...
touch yourself soft, in the valley
palms are flaring, go to sleep
if you were'nt on fire, i would sleep with you.
pour gold between my legs, take your heat.
smother the inferno...