(Intro) (Sound of a lighter flicking, heavy feedback hum) Yeah... Turn the gain up. I can’t even feel my face, why would I feel for you? (Verse 1) Cigarette burns on the floral print rug I’m addicted to the hurt, yeah, you’re my favorite drug Found your ghost in the kitchen, now I’m breaking the plates Bleeding out 'on the concrete, cursing the Fates You left a hole in my chest, now the wind just whistles Flowers in the vase turned to grey dead thistles I’m a wreck, I’m a riot, I’m a stain on the floor Don’t you dare knock again on my boarded-up door! (Chorus) Ghetto Grunge, let the speakers just blow! I’m drowning in the static, nowhere left to go Punk Rap scream till my lungs start to tear! You sold my soul for a lie and a stare (Yeah, you’re dead to me... but I’m the one buried) (Verse 2) Thrift store leather and a heart made of glass Counting every second just to watch 'em all pass Concrete pillow, yeah, the street is my bed Got a thousand bitter lyrics rotting inside of my head Safety pins holding my sanity tight I’m a shadow in the gutter, I’m the king of the night You were my oxygen, now I’m just gasping The memory of "us" is a ghost that I’m grasping! (Outro) (Feedback intensifies, vocal drops to a low, gravelly whisper) It’s fine. Everything is fine. (Sudden silence)
