These cheeks are chewed up! There are cartoons tattooed on these eyes It shouldn't be like this. Well; None of you should be surprised. And I pretend to sleep And your hand was warm I think. It's not the boys that worry me. But what's the harm in the thinking? It's the coming down that hurts, But I'll take what you give me I pray to Elvis to help me sleep at night. This is not energy that keeps us getting by. I just want to light up. I just want to dance in the snow. It's the drugs that I take That you know. Is it blood that I taste? The more that I say the more that it sounds fake I can still see on all the sheets and wine we (??) It isn't quite how I remember it. Breathe-play-under you'd say, "You never wrote a story about me", "Well I like making it up" Just one lumen to keep me up night. It's the everything I lost trying to say it right. I know I'm the fuck up. But the fucks never line up With a "this" or a "you" or a "me".