We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up new york city, From the rooftop in brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti. And then i let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver, Whatever that was left of it.
'cuz i cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery. Maybe i'm not dying i'm just living in decaying cities, But i'm still healthy, i'm still fine, I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries.
But i will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it.
Cause i was the shadow of the waxwing slain I felt the false azure from windowpanes I am just freaking out, yeah i'll be fine.
But i will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it.
