Sterile as needles, I was starting to leak,
Through the spaces between my crooked teeth.
Don’t look at me!
I was a lover before I suddenly died,
To the child inside the shadows of,
Los Angeles lust.
Los Angeles lust buries us, I believe it does.
Heavier metal will only feed your furious soul, but it’s good to know.
Bluer shoegazer will only paint your lonely home, but its good to know.
Racing the readings of the clock by the bed.
The alarm is set for either sleep or sex.
What’s the difference?
Who is a lover if every one of us dies,
To the child inside the shadows of,
Los Angeles lust
Los Angeles lust buries us. I believe it does.
Talking out the side of my neck, in the way that my dad did,
Until everyone feels like shit and I myself am exhausted.
Only when she’s dressed in red have I said she is a girlfriend.
I become a son of a bitch when she sleeps in my bed.
I’ll see you when I see you.
What is it of intimate love?
From the lashes to the last kiss,
Something forces me to run,
And turn around and miss it.
I’ll see you when I see you.
Heavier metal will only feed your furious soul, but it’s good to know.
Bluer shoegazer will only paint your lonely home, but its good to know.
Sterile as needles, I was starting to see,
The ugly in me and all my deeds,
Too easily.
Who could be lover of such a failing front?
Then I looked up and there she was,
Mary comes to love me.
