Dear eastern prom
I know what's wrong...
But it's suicide eyes
That wrote this song
For all I'm worth
Writer's block is a [bad word] Words falling like bricks
For a New England wish...
I was an easy male [bad word] In the town of "naive-ity"

All I wanted was a shot in the dark
But like a knife through the heart
I choke on spit covered words...

Oh my god - it happened again
What the [bad word] is wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing
One more night in [bad word] town
Screaming gets you nothing
And I swear I'm [bad word] dead...
Screaming gets you nothing
I drew a heart around the name of your city...
Screaming gets you nothing
I drew a heart around the name of your city...