Band boys and small addictions.

We were so close to the stadium, the satellites went out.

And he's not an alcoholic, he just can't put the bottle down.

I get bored and send you chimes over and through these lines electric, met the silence with a mute love and a sarcasm erection.

And when I'm smiling, I'm wishing you were dead. Wake up to me, wake up to you. Face down in puke.

I left a kiss for the one I loved and saw my breath in clouds of smoke

I'm burying the "we" I knew, I'll walk across the grave in my best mourning boots.

They eat their dead, your voice is the part I can't cross out.

And I'm not depressed, I just can't put the bottle down.