Smashed skull mentality.
Altered states of mind/ sober all the time
Slick, sickly cycling. Dreaming of love and of dying
Slimy sucky lust
No trust but I'm trying
Sticky fingers; Blue, brown, green eyes
Why do I appreciate, have mercy for every soul but my own?
This might be a house but it isn't a home.
Sweaty naked bodies, distasteful escape.
Wasteful mind
Bring me your time.
Minefield life just trying to survive most days.
Brain waves moody haze with your hand in mine I am thriving.
Pillow soft lips a kiss away from drowning in a strangers' eyes.

Endless longing set the days on fire.
Time warp, essential sensuality
Warm breeze running through my mind
Black poison blood, sweat, c*m, and confusion populate my veins.
A race toward brokenheartedness or objectivity
Lift the curse of eternal shame.
Forgotten toxicity embalmed in simplicity and transparency
Complacency, erasing a disgusting history
Bury me in the laurels you rest on.

All these keys, but you still not my type,
All this weight but we didn't work out,
All this tape, but you didn't stick with  me,
"Stay with me!" But you left me lonely

All this love has gone to waste,
Of brokenheartedness I got a taste.
All my efforts were thrown away,
I live to hurt another day.

Amy: I have never drowned like you
But in fact, all of us have done too
Amy - take me to the center of brokenheartedness
fly with us to the core of the problem
You are my shadow, what I should never be
You are there for me! Dead only in flesh

It's all there in your lyrics: in your voice
The pain of love, sharper than anything else.
The chaos of the heart!
You are a friend and a cautionary tale
How you destroyed yourself.
How you loved so intense
How much you resemble, at times, myself.

You had to look in the eyes of the devil
every day;
You took too deep a dip in the waters of life
Wrong bay, wrong place!
You died for us, so we didn't have to suffer
You already suffered for us to be saved.
You are no Christ;
But you shine a light - through tears and ache

And I pray to never be you, we never want to be you
But we run to your songs, when the weather's not good