Hearts

Dear Eastern Prom
I know it'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 "Naivety"

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's happened again
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing
One more night in fucking this town
Screaming gets you nothing
And I swear that 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