If you dont die laughing, what a fucking waste

Reminding you: We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

you turned my bedroom into a graveyard/cold air&stone numbers so far/you are already dead to me/had such fun writing the eulogy

I like writing lyrics for music I can't hear. I like how you turn a sentiment into a genre into a trash can in a matter of chords. I am all performance value.

Fucking scalpers are ruining my year. BULLSHIT.