Are you breathing?
Do you live as I live now?
Are you thinking as I thought
so long ago?

Are you worried?
Do you wonder where you are
why you are
for whom you’re made?

Does it justify the games we play
the hearts we break
the love we take
to hear the sound of the unknown?

Little child, have you found a home
in a world I was never meant to know?

'Cause I'm aching for this hallowed day
when the sainted sinners see His face
but I cannot call for saving grace
with my only thought

your absent name

Girl who shreds the stars in August
Trading taxis like radio stations
Fire in her eyes, sharp like diamonds
Who knew she’d be the sellout?

Just roll the dice

Boy who marches to the drummer’s beat
Holds the truth upon his knees
Breath all he has, death all he needs
Who knew he’d be the sellout?

Just roll the dice

We'll die another day
Running all the way.

Have you ever gone from feeling so alive to so dead all at once?

Just from one action, one choice.

It makes me laugh.

I’m so stupid.
So disgusting.

They call you ****
I call you ****
But Gay would be a better name

So I’m keeping my mouth shut.

Less of that making of eyes, please
I’d rather a smirk.
Your lyrics hardly help
slipping through dollar store teeth.

Still, I like your one-second hands

no, the fingertips

ever so asking

if I will.