We stumbled and stared at the carnival lights that lit up New York City, From a rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti. And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver, Or whatever that was left of it.
'Cause I've cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery. Maybe I'm not dying I'm just living in decaying cities, But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine, I've been spending all my time reading the obituaries.
But I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it.
'Cause I am the shadow of the waxwing slain I felt the false azure from windowpanes I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine.
But I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it. I will fuck this up, I fucking know it.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
