Miss Attention, May I Introduce Mr. Naive?

When sober is your new drug

I'll be that little cut festering

Beneath your clothes

do blood and tears make you feel less alone?

in the garden where you sleep

did you hear the statues crying out your name

I walk dead dragging my hand against

buildings as I pass

soaking up red and green from the envy that I feed

turn the picture frames down

and you can cross out each face's eyes

no one lives here

they just leave, cheat, steal, or die

Your skin pale as snow in dead of winter

pressed against my lips

She said her heart for me would beat forever

how soon you forget

I tried to plant a seed where nothing would grow

this has all grown so old

And a memory of a summer scene

has faded in the cold

My head against your chest

your foot tapping against the ground

To fill the absence of sound in a room without heat

and void of a heartbeat, you're void of a heartbeat

I just burned down the source of a thousand emotions

wasted on you never again I'll think of...