Broken glass on the floor
Blood overall
Perfect image for your perfect night
Ain’t gonna forget that

If you’re too weak to see straight
Too hooked up on cocaine,
Because you’re in pain,
Coming from nowhere,
Want pain?
So you’d try to be more human
Or just to say you’re insane?
The „all-around artist in pain”
Try breathing
Air straight
Knowing it’ll never be the same
The one thing you never wanted to change

You look around
Sober as a tornado
Giving birth in your head
That family picture now
Feels like from another sphere

You look around
Spitting your spleen out
Burning down your stomach so it’ll never burn again
Vodka and pickles is
Your headshot for
Your actor career
Mine it’s probably somewhere lost
Where only Gods can see

Oh, Manhattan
My dearest obsession
I feel your ugly air
Miss you every day
Only God knows how to listen
To music, that’s why
my this
Life ain’t worth living
I’m telling you that
But it’s still 1000 times better
Than something you know
Nothing about

Nothing is ever right
Life’s almost what we get
When we don’t get the one we want
Less hope less pain
You took both away
The day you ran away

And now you put me on a pedestal
Painting your guilt out
Writing prayers on the walls
It’s just words
It’s just words

Like I’m the guilty one
– I forgot about that –
Like I forget about you every time
I just wanna die a little bit
I just wanna numb some
So I feel less here

But how could I
Be the crazy one
Had to stay sane, alive,
Don’t even know anymore
What I really want
Don’t even know anymore
If I want what I want
Safe to say you got more than you
Ever dreamed about
And I’m fine with that
Because I know it’s all mine.

And I pray
I pray a lot
But it’s vindictive thoughts
That make me do that
How could I be the one
Violent, derailed, out of mind
You doubt something so much
Until you become what you never thought

I’m sorry
I’m sorry for that
Guess we all become
A little bit of what we didn’t want
Guess we all become
A little bit of what we’re pointing at

So go, walk right in its arms
While preaching
About stories that are mine
Taking my thoughts, my pain
And putting them on a paper under your name

Like you also own my faith now
Nah, not even masons do me that.

Looking at you looking at me
Feel the saliva not fitting in your mouth
unless it’s pushed down by me

By the way
You never heard me screaming your name out

By the way this is me giving you heads-up.

Fly butterfly
Fly
Coz you’re flying on borrowed time.