| clean |
| december's song |
| paperdolls |
| roadmap |
| skydive |
| subculture |
| the hollow |
| paris hilton |
| oh oh oh song |
clean
you don't know why I'm falling apart - but I do
you just supply the infinte sharp sides of coins to fill up this glass heart
& I do
think that you're game is finally up & you do
carry the blame, you don't give a fuck to the aftermath trapped in my gut
but I do
I don't know how you broke me in two
I've heard them
claim that I'm big & strong - but I'm not
like I'm out for fame or to prove I belong to your city of fake sugarcane,
but you're not,
you're not the one this song is about & I'm not
writing a bundle of flowers to spout all my sonnets of pure devotion, &
I'm not
I'm not sure how you broke me apart
all of my friends
are singing marquees - but I won't
I won't pretend like I didn't need the bright neon as validation & I won't
I won't ask you for much more than this - but you won't,
you won't come through as some charming prince (babe, I'd settle on just seeing
you, but I won't)
I don't know how you broke me in two




