I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words,
Those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go.
I need to know what makes you fucking tick
If it's you or days lived by those who are already fucking dead.
Destroy your self for me please let me know there's something
That lives beyond your record collection.
Maybe I live entirely for this feeling
Of waking up expecting it to all fall apart.

You wouldn't know some words are worth more than plastic smiles

That I can never produce

I thrive for heartbreak thrive for the let downs.
And I only relate to the ones who know
How to live there life on there sleeves.
Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all
And we are the ones who have nothing.