I steer clear of graveyards They are cliche In my death-obsessed generation
No one should ever have to look at themselves
High school teen dream dies in the hospital Leaves behind a journal and a pair of Air Jordans Lyrics of popular rock ballads Changed to include his name
I’m taking back my heart You were digging a hole for it six feet deep (at the state park, at the state park)
I didn’t want you to hear That shake in my voice My pain is my own
And when the cops shook me down I cried walking home I cried walking home
You and me are connected now We were in one photograph and we don’t even look happy I can't commit to a crime to commit I need to get one done for the biography because
When I split the scene Leave the party early What am I leaving behind me? Just a memory Another body It ain’t no pair of Air Jordans
Something is ringing Death is playing his Xylophone ribs for me
I didn’t want you to hear That shake in my voice My pain is my own
And when the cops shook me down I cried walking home I cried walking home
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