Hearts

Dear eastern prom I know what's wrong But it's suicide eyes That wrote this song For all I'm worth Writer's block is a bitch Words falling like bricks For a New England wish I was an easy male fuck In the town of "naive-ity" All I wanted was a shot in the dark But like a knife through the heart I choke on spit covered words Oh my god, it's happened again What the fuck is wrong with me? Screaming gets you nothing One more night in fucking town Screaming gets you nothing And I swear I'm fucking dead Screaming gets you nothing I drew a heart around the name of your city Screaming gets you nothing I drew a heart around the name of your city