Тексты песен
Sunflower broke, stem is bent at an angle
If good boys smoke good drugs, then, consider me an angel
Snap-back forward, tree house of horrors
Deal drugs to your kids and your parents pay for it
Disconnected families with cell phones at dinner
Teachers, mum, dad, God are all mad at the sinner
Draw pictures in my notebook, when I'm supposed to be learning
Pop a Xanax before class to keep my thoughts from hurting
Write a suicide note when I get home, wishing you all goodbye
If I am a ghost now, then, why still can't I fly?
Always stare out my window and wish I were somewhere else
My depression likes to put my dreams on the shelf
Am I not cool like the other bands, because I don't write about love?
Art is supposed to scare you, and I've got blood in my lungs
I'm not sad, but I'm not exactly happy yet either
Unless I live forever, I have to keep writing this shit
My biggest fear is that I will be forgotten
The grass will grow over my gravestone and nobody will bother
You know the beautiful thoughts that you always think?
Nobody will hear them (hear them) again
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
And I will never be your alibi
