Dear eastern prom 

I know what's wrong... 

But it's suicide eyes 

That wrote this song 

For all I'm worth 

Writer's block is a bitch 

Words falling like bricks 

For a New England wish... 

I was an easy male fuck 

In the town of "naive-ity" 

All I wanted was a shot in the dark 

But like a knife through the heart 

I choke on spit covered words... 

Oh my god - It happened again 

What's wrong with me? 

Screaming gets you nothing 

One more night in this town 

And I swear that I'm dead... 

I drew a heart 

Around the name of your city...