Dear eastern prom
I know what's wrong
But it's suicide eyes
That wrote this song
For all I'm worth
Writer's block is a bitch
Words falling like bricks
For a New England wish
I was an easy male fuck
In the town of "naive-ity"
All I wanted was a shot in the dark
But like a knife through the heart
I choke on spit covered words
Oh my god - it happened again
What the fuck is wrong with me
Screaming gets you nothing
One more night in fucking town
Screaming gets you nothing
And I swear I'm fucking dead
Screaming gets you nothing
I drew a heart around the name of your city
Screaming gets you nothing
I drew a heart around the name of your city