Hearts Silverstein

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 bitch
Words falling like bricks
For a New England wish
I was an easy male fuck
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's happened again
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing
One more night in fucking town
Screaming gets you nothing
And I swear I'm fucking 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