Everybody Loves Screamo
Secrets for secrets, interdependence day.
Brittle bridges connect the dots.
You're so famous for being famous.
I proof read the wish list and now I'm going to town with yellow highlighter. C-4, Santa Clause, Boom.
From this tower spilling syllables,
I don't really want to talk about it.
Going up the same stairs every night, laying in the same bed.
I'll make noises sound like words and muddy images look like your photo's and you'll eat it up.
You're the frosting and I am the cake.