Save Us (and Rock and Roll)

[Courtney Love]
No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
No graphics and no fucking Powerpoint presentation
So they just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs
She's his suicide blond, she's number than gold

Are you ready for another bad poem?
One more off key anthem
And let your teeth sink in
Remember me as I was not as I am
And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,"
I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing when I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my heart is a grenade
You pull the pin and say,

We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
In the high hopes
Of a few minutes more
To get, get on St. Peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never
Getting any better than this

[Courtney Love]
We are professional ashes of roses
This kerosene's live
You settled the score
This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven
Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens
This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you

I'm about to make you sweat roll backwards
And your heart beat in reverse
Our guts can't be reworked
As alone as a little white church
In the middle of the desert getting burned
But I'll take your heart served up two ways
I sing a bitter song
I'm the lonelier version of you
I just don't know where it went wrong

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing when I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my heart is a grenade
You pull the pin and say,

We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
In the high hopes
Of a few minutes more
To get, get on St. Peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
Cause it's never
Getting any better than this

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never
Getting any better than this
[4x]

[Courtney Love]
She's sick and she's wrong
She's young dirty blonde
Planted to sink inside her like a suicide bomb
He says, "I've seen bigger."
She says, "I've lived better."
And they throw the matches down into the glitter
Not a dry eye left in the house
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Go boy, go boy, run for your life

We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
In the hopes
Of a few minutes more
To get, get on St. Peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
Cause it's never
Getting any better than this

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never
Getting any better than this
[4x]

Are you ready for another bad poem?

were fighting more and more to stay alive.
i was not who i am.
i will never be who i was.
im crying and screaming.
i am crystals and tears.
my heart is a grenade.
theres a fire.
i am not one person.
i am two.
two is lonelier than one.
i am a loyal loving wife,
i am the perfect housewife.
but i am also a wild one night stand gone wrong.
the one night stand is on fire.
he burned my love.
i saw him.
i saw his shadow as he ran away from the fire he set.
my husband is the wind,
temperamental and wild.
my,
i suppose it was an affair,
is the sea, changing and evolving,
yet never leaving.
i am neither now.
hes gone. both of them.
he said hell check in tomorrow
if he doesnt wake up dead.
irony is a bitch.
lower your standards.
itll never get better than this.
go boy.
you cant run away from your actions.
run away.
ill stay here laughing.
you cant run away.
the firefighters are late (it's 11:34, 6 crucial minutes)
and he is now just ashes.
but i am a phoenix.
the fire will breathe me back to life.
im running away.
itll never get better than this.
i dont know where im going
but i need another troubled soul.
i want to be an angel,
one that fire cant hurt and
can fly away from everything daring to hurt it.
im alone and
nothing will change this.
my heart is a grenade
and you made it explode,
you with your fire and
you with your words.
i want to burn this city down.
i want to make it bleed.
i dont remember the first time i killed.
i dont remember any time i killed, really.
i suppose i should.
they all had the initials PS,
for the one that burned my heart,
or AH for the one that gave me the heart that burned so perfectly.
they tried to fight fire.
i suppose it makes it better.
i feel whole. i feel better.
this is another bad poem.
i dont have the soul you did.
you wrote and wrote.
you had such a way with words.
you loved shakespeare,
you hated shakespeare
. i dont know what im doing.
i dont know.
itll never get better than this.
itll never get better than this.
im running away again.
itll never get better than this.
itll never get better than this.
i am hoarding the minutes you didnt get.
i cant find anyone and i am so alone.
i want to be an angel.