jet black new year
There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
Jet Black - The blood that's in your veins
well getting ready for another year at south mountain high which will be just as stupid as last year
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
Jet Black - The blood that's in your veins
well getting ready for another year at south mountain high which will be just as stupid as last year