Are you broken are you broken baby? Let me hear ya let me hear ya girl Baby's got a problem, baby's got a spell Baby's got a handgun but I ain't gonna
Young and wasted look at me now I'm the king of California Straight out of Tennessee C'mon baby crash on my couch You've got that hollywood nosebleed
Oh brother, now we're going undercover Cause shes more than just a lover to me Can't you see that there's a reason For this heresy and treason It's the
Back in Hollywood today Technicolor turned to gray altered senses were the primary impulse drinking whiskey every day smoking second thoughts away a skipping
Hey hey this is everything today When you've got nothing to complain about You've got nothing to say So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet
Hey hey little razorblade girl you're so so dangerous You say you wanna try and get away And that's just so obvious But I've got the keys so lets put
Caught the green line down at bleaker and broad and now it's droppin' down to thirty below I can't feel my toes but baby I'm on fire we'll sleep on
I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future And I know there's no easy way out I've got nothing but problems and habits Shifting through
Watch our hero as he grows impatient hes irritated so he keeps her waiting building up suspense is good for leverage and she approaches chewing words
Knock knock knock before you enter cause the chances are I'm with another on the floor all tangled up trying to forget when we were sober so knock
And even when I think I've said it all I find a tragedy to break my fall Cause everything I love is pain in motion Its moving like a ticker tape parade
The polyester vest she wears at the arcade On a break from tearing tickets She spends it at this old pinball machine Saving up her money to pay her tuition
Teenage graffiti, shut your mouth shut off the TV Ain't got no money honey, I don't mind Teenage graffiti, slam the door when you're defeated We're all
I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo Speakers come on and turn me on They say that love is like a battlefield I guess I'm out of ammunition
And now were hiding in towers cracking security codes jilted hearts to build jilted lovers and we are skyscrapers and its considered entrapment and its
Shes out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet her social deviance is teasing me I know what
She whispers like a megaphone its less than subtle and not quite love Cause I can never be alone I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt and
I dont hang out in makeshift graveyards Ill serve my time in them soon enough and I cant deny the foolish compromise by satellites stop! My routine runs