Lyrics
i m the cricket that lets you burn while i smolder in your pocket
you might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop-punk
deaf from chucks on bones crushed white
You re in my heart, when she s far and i m drunk
You might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop-punk, you might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop-punk
I ll always be a bastard star, glory in delusion Anything, you might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop-punk
Waltz in the ruins of this wilted gray contusion, you re in my veins, waltz in the ruins of this wilted gray contusion
you re in my heart
When she s far and i m drunk, get lost in the dead of the night where once i lived on grand street
Get lost in the dead of the night where once i lived on grand street, i m suffused with all you are Anything, you re in my heart
new brooklyn bows before me
You re in my heart, glory in delusion, i ll always be a bastard star
I need my smack, i ll always be a bastard star Say, i can picture us
Could it be in our wank of shame that we re clutching the same member, i clutch her like a compass
Could it be in our wank of shame that we re clutching the same member, don t you ever pretend to smile and find you ve actually done it
You re in my heart, to pull out of the socket
Don t you ever pretend to smile and find you ve actually done it, i m the cricket that lets you burn while i smolder in your pocket, to pull out of the socket
Free the jew they kept in chains, deaf from chucks on bones crushed white Anything, don t you ever pretend to smile and find you ve actually done it
plummet beak-first into acid washed entitlement
I clutch her like a compass, you re in my heart
Free the jew they kept in chains, i ll always be a bastard star Anything, so destroy our first lp if you know what s good for me
Waltz in the ruins of this wilted gray contusion, new brooklyn bows before me
Don t you ever pretend to smile and find you ve actually done it, i m suffused with all you are, get lost in the dead of the night where once i lived on grand street
you re in my veins
You re in my fat, you re in my fat
you re in my heart
Glory in delusion, i m suffused with all you are
i m the cricket that lets you burn while i smolder in your pocket
