this song is for a turbulent soul
this song is by a turbulent brain
doesn't
mean to be the cure
just sympathy for it's pain

it's down the road
not
across the street
slit, slit
slit, slit
slit, slit
it's down the road
not
across the street
slit, slit
slit, slit
slit, slit

paper cuts and heart
beats
paper bits and heart cuts
magic sleeves and love bites
auto gears and
sex drives


As the liquid flows
It never shows
And nobody knows
It’s my
intention to steal
All of your dreams