And how bad luck is my favorite game and
How I am better off with stolen smiles,
It's ok, you're to blame and I am on fire next to you.
Everytime you open your mouth,
My throat gets dry and everyone goes numb.
I am just waiting to find a face that I can call home,
A place to replace birthdays with new days,
Where no one gets born and these are my friends some pockets full of notes with secrets that could make a bad man worse.
