black flies on the windowsill

And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by?

We are the wild youth

Shadows settle on the place, that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness. Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time. From the perfect start to the finish line. And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong. We are the reckless, We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there. And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. We're setting fire to our insides for fun. Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home, It was a flood that wrecked this... ... and you caused it... ... and you caused it... ... and you caused it... Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silouhette, A lifeless face that you'll soon forget, My eyes ae damp from the words you left, Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, To distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I'm forever missing him. (Daughter)

Promise

Who am I, darling to you? Who am I? Going to tell you stories of mine Who am I?

My fiction beats the hell out of my truth

It gets loneliest at night Down at the liquor store Beneath the neon sky Our moonlight Six a.m. the floor comes alive with lice The pan's dried up so tight With hardened beans We're hungry So I lean on you sometimes Just to see you're still there These feet can't take the weight of one Much less two We hit concrete How were we born into this mess? I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby But we were run out on a rail Fell from the wagon to the night train I kissed the bottle I should've been kissing you You wake up to an empty night With tears for two Cigarettes they fill the gaps In our empty days In our broken teeth Say mister, can you spare a dime? Some change could make a change Could buy some time Some freedom Or an ear to hear my story It's all I've got My fiction beats the hell out of my truth A palm upturned burnt blue Don't call it sunburn You've been shaking on the job Just one drink ahead of your past There's a white light coming up You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass I kissed the bottle I should've been kissin you You wake up to an empty night With tears for two Lucero