Burn my mona lisa I would like another chance To put stars in her eyes, Fire pipes in the sky And brass knuckles on her hands She can breathe She can see When you’re not watching
Throw away my letters I would like another shot To put a shine in your smile Make your nights worthwhile Like I’m with you when I’m not I disappear and reappear I’m made of magic
Shred yr photo albums They’re not gonna save anything Petty moments in a grave
Toss yr newborn baby He deserves a better path Than an ambien dream Filled with vicodin dreams Predetermined to relapse Spending weekends in the bath He can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun
