The Art of Misplacing Firearms

(I guess the only reality is the one you seem to believe in.

Well I'm walking out, this is the last time, I feel like shit.

This isn't the way to treat old friends...)

Let's go again

Set me up

Watch me stand on top of my old house

Watch me spinning and watch me seeing the melon sky

Oh, look it's so beautiful tonight

But I was feeling so sweet

I could barely breathe so deep

But you had to come along

You had to shatter everything

Why'd you even fuck her in the first place?

Friends don't mean a thing when you can actually feel the knife

sticking in your spine

For a second there I thought I was fine

But oh, whatever

I've tasted my own blood, and now every time you walk on by, I

feel like spitting in your eye