Hearts - American Nightmare

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 happened again

What’s wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing

One more night in this town

And I swear that I’m dead…

I drew a heart

Around the name of your city…