smokey eyes, are you feeling good? for now, you’re here with me

i’m not good at very much but i’ve got just a few exceptional skills that i doubt anyone could hold a candle to

i don’t know if i count, but i'm trying my best when i'm howling and barking these songs

well, if there’s one thing that i'm sure of it’s that i think too much about shit that doesn’t matter

i am just not what you want though you’re in everyone i meet

so save it for a rainy day and maybe then you’ll see that i am like the earth, old man, there’s no way around me

i said 'make me love myself, so that i might love you' don’t make me a liar, 'cause i swear to god when i said it, i thought it was true

i was born into the world on a silken cloud and i got bored of the world before i hit the ground

some nights, i still try to find you relative to constellations

you’re the one who taught me to be brave i’ve never spent a moment loving anyone but you

i want to sing you a signal that reaches only the ears of young disenfranchised straight white boys because that would feel normal, and none of this does

saint calvin told me not to worry about you but he’s got his own things to deal with

that’s just something people say when they’re on their last leg and they need someone to say something to help them cope

there is blood on the windshield and i am reeling as you gather your things

and i'm in ohio, satanic and chained up and until the end, that’s how it’ll be

when i am dead, i won’t join their ranks because they are both holy and free

does it mean anything that you stayed in town? probably not

you left some holes in the plotline i left some holes in your clothes

because you were the first one to show me the stars and they don’t mean much to me, but i still wonder where you are

milemarker twenty-seven says we’re on the way to heaven and i smile at the passenger seat