The crop

Foot crack, door snap, I move like the space they need
Why does the lock make such noise while they sleep?
Handicaped child leading the devil's children
In an epic battle against a slightly cold floor.
God if I was dumb enough to lock myself here
I deserve to stay, and complain, with a Georgian

A million sorry's but, unfortunately,
it's leaking out, coming out, the real me
I can't help it, I have to, I have to bite my cheek.
As she sings from my brain, and not her daddy's
Named her for peace, and yet I swallow dreams
as she kicks in, I mean, kisses my knees,
Wind, Sound, Crop, whatever they please.
Whatever they please
Whatever they please

Careful, in my fantasies, I drink from the sink
And unapologetically call them silly
Can you take it, a moment, of that cold breeze?
The house, its coming, its all coming down, see
Cause my music is shaking the walls and the trees
And the Georgian runs free, she runs free, she runs free

Truly, forgive me, unfortunately,
It's spilling out, going down, the real me
I can't help it, I have to, I have to bite my cheek
As she holds my memories, and not her daddy's
Named her for peace, and now I swallow her wars
as she cuts up, I mean, kisses my pours.
Sound, Wind, Crop, Whatever they please
Whatever they please
Whatever they please

I really really hate you

Are you proud of this? 

Sordid selfie stick self obsessed social exibitions

With a thousand eyes on you, you finally exist

Kept your shitty name, who knows what the fuck it even means

But we do, we do, beg us not to tell on you

Mars is my Grey Matter this song is my meth lab

What if I took back the invitation, you can stay in Arizona

Would you have the power to amputate my dream?

How you go on breathing your own breath I don't understand

Slut, stylist, beard, voice, matron, mormon, pedo-stache

Use them, use him, it's ok, he's just a highschool friend

God save the next shell who creates with you, I sigh for them

Remember how you pulled on me, "less inspired, pop please"

I killed three years to be where you are now, so

Happy birthday, say cheese

Hope you like your present

Don't wanna be a star with you anymore than

you wanna admit you're not going anywhere.

Stuck in almost land forever, baby you'll never land

I know it means I lived delusion, but I'd still tear your wings

If I saw the chance. Brandon knew it, you're no elvis, step down

Not me, you got it wrong, silly fellows.

....................................

How do I say this? I really really hate you.

I pray you fall in flames.

I laugh at your embarrassment.

Your pain is now my game.

I think you're really stupid

and I hope your children suck.

You feel like bloody Elvis,

When no one gives a fuck.

I truly do not like you

I'm no longer a fan

Don't trip on your wet handlebars

Outside your dirty van

Your faces screw my face up

In horror and a sneer

You are the only shits I know

Who'd make love to a mirror