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