wish upon a shooting star for 

heightened contemplation of suicide

kiss of death with a birth defect 

or eulogy gets the best of me

in this dark and scary world these 

fucked up images control everything

controlling my passion to lose it all

if you know what i mean



and i want you in my room

i want you in my bed

girl don't turn the lights off

i want to see your eyes

and i want you on my floor 

i want you one time more

cause i cant get enough

your so indiscreet so anonymous



loaded words weight down phrases 

holding too much clout

this conversations turned to rambling

this relationship has turned to nothing

so keep screaming baby

cause i am wrong

and two do make it right



she's all mine