ripped from the back of a magazine
left in the bottom of your own heart break
living in the wake just for fun
tearing up the lessons and wrecking the living room
following the tricks and fantasy
believing in the right now and the amusement of it all
its fucking contageous
one hour sinking underneath your skin
pulling pulsing beating you senseless
until you want more
trails of never you mind spread into stories of treasure
of course stillness is surreal and only comes out at night
hiding in department stores
clinking the wedding china
and using every goblet for the moonlight
who could have imagined this wildÂ
this crazy
this soft
this fucking Hard
this ending thats's always at the end
