Continously disorganized
and a five-crime for sore eyes
and im better with a melody.
fallen sticks won't break my fix
but surely will be ahead of me
i dont wanna go if you say
that i should stay. but if you
stay, i'd consider in going. for
privacy reasons. and none further.
so im hurting you more than i
ever have imagined, so tell me this one
question. why did you sing me a song about jazz?

you don't have to run. all i wanted to be was
your breathe of life. so technically, in darkness. you
can't see my claws. because you won't see my eyes. so back
down to the floor, and i'll shoot you four times more