I think there might be something wrong with me.
An Apple® Confession
Sing me something nostalgic, Mr. Rice.
Give me some pitiful phrase of longing fit for an Instant Message profile.
We can destroy my morale together like a couple of addicts that are
Never satisfied with contentment.
Floating like a Cannonball in Cold Water,
We’ll make this practice a Crime,
One as good as Nine.
How about you, Chris?
Together we can feel rather Unnoticed,
even with the whole world watching us on stage.
Bitter Pills, Good Fights, and the Best Deceptions can help us create
Screaming Infidelities and Brilliant Dances.
Can we Bend and Not Break?
Looking through the dashboard only to find Shirts and Gloves,
On the loneliest of Wednesdays and Saturdays?
We Don’t Wait, there are Several Ways to Die Trying.
What about Something from this Mannequin?
It seems rather quiet, another Bad Day?
Did She Paint You Blue again?
Was it a perfect shade of Dark?
Or maybe she left you Walking By.
Well it looks like it’s just Me and the Moon,
Because all this drinking doesn’t get us anywhere.
All hopes have crashed, because of who?
It was all to you, Jimmy.
Was the first star you saw Polaris?
Can you even see it?
If You Don’t, Don’t.
It’s like a Kill on a Night Drive,
Somewhere between The Middle and My Sundown.
Just Tonight we can feel this Pain.
For the 23rd time, my dear…Drugs or Me.
Sing me something nostalgic, Mr. Rice.
Give me some pitiful phrase of longing fit for an Instant Message profile.
We can destroy my morale together like a couple of addicts that are
Never satisfied with contentment.
Floating like a Cannonball in Cold Water,
We’ll make this practice a Crime,
One as good as Nine.
How about you, Chris?
Together we can feel rather Unnoticed,
even with the whole world watching us on stage.
Bitter Pills, Good Fights, and the Best Deceptions can help us create
Screaming Infidelities and Brilliant Dances.
Can we Bend and Not Break?
Looking through the dashboard only to find Shirts and Gloves,
On the loneliest of Wednesdays and Saturdays?
We Don’t Wait, there are Several Ways to Die Trying.
What about Something from this Mannequin?
It seems rather quiet, another Bad Day?
Did She Paint You Blue again?
Was it a perfect shade of Dark?
Or maybe she left you Walking By.
Well it looks like it’s just Me and the Moon,
Because all this drinking doesn’t get us anywhere.
All hopes have crashed, because of who?
It was all to you, Jimmy.
Was the first star you saw Polaris?
Can you even see it?
If You Don’t, Don’t.
It’s like a Kill on a Night Drive,
Somewhere between The Middle and My Sundown.
Just Tonight we can feel this Pain.
For the 23rd time, my dear…Drugs or Me.