I can't say you **** when I ****.
You may **** ****,
But I **** the bic lighter fumes every hour,
On the hour.
When I finally get to spark up the end of my fancy cancer stick.
My easy way out is now socially acceptable,
Encouraged,
Even classy.
HUH
**We ****

Moth Wings, in the city
Moth Wings, aren't even pretty

Trying to get far
These wings won't hold me off the ground

Trying to set sail
The ocean storm is knocking you down
It's knocking you down

Steal hearts, at the party
Steal hearts, deny thee

Love is now an icebox filled,
With poison and wines
Platonic memories trying to forget,
Forget all the love that once was,
The trash you once called treasure,
Where hate equals pleasure

Moth Wings, in the city
Moth Wings, aren't even pretty
Aren't even pretty, Aren't even pretty
Little Moth Wings

Go now thing about the pretty little things
The innocence that once surrounded love
OH, IT WAS SO OUTSTANDING

Where the beauty lies,
Love is where your truth will die,
Love is where his truth becomes a lie,
She will cry, Oh, she will cry

Moth Wings, in the city
Well Baby, aren't you so ****,
Pretty
Aren't you so ****,
Pretty,
Little Moth Wings

I wish this insomnia would bring me to a place where hope explodes in the skies
I wish it would awaken a place in my soul where agape love never dies
Where I could ponder my thoughts in a pool of success and Gratification, Rather than stress and alterations
Alterations I make to myself because I don't feel pretty
Justifications I make to excuse myself from being ******.
I WISH I COULD ******* DREAM FOR ONCE SO I COULD FINALLY Make it to the city of endless smiles and hearts of GOLD!
Where the love of my family would finally unfold
Unfold, and I breathe in the smell of freshly baked joy
I want to hear the contagious laughter of a precious little baby boy.
To be unconsciously happy...
*The reality is just too wacky