(Intro) (Sound of a lighter flicking, heavy feedback hum) Yeah... Turn the gain up. I canβt even feel my face, why would I feel for you? β(Verse 1) Cigarette burns on the floral print rug Iβm addicted to the hurt, yeah, youβre my favorite drug Found your ghost in the kitchen, now Iβm breaking the plates Bleeding out 'on the concrete, cursing the Fates You left a hole in my chest, now the wind just whistles Flowers in the vase turned to grey dead thistles Iβm a wreck, Iβm a riot, Iβm a stain on the floor Donβt you dare knock again on my boarded-up door! β(Chorus) Ghetto Grunge, let the speakers just blow! Iβm drowning in the static, nowhere left to go Punk Rap scream till my lungs start to tear! You sold my soul for a lie and a stare (Yeah, youβre dead to me... but Iβm the one buried) β(Verse 2) Thrift store leather and a heart made of glass Counting every second just to watch 'em all pass Concrete pillow, yeah, the street is my bed Got a thousand bitter lyrics rotting inside of my head Safety pins holding my sanity tight Iβm a shadow in the gutter, Iβm the king of the night You were my oxygen, now Iβm just gasping The memory of "us" is a ghost that Iβm grasping! β(Outro) (Feedback intensifies, vocal drops to a low, gravelly whisper) Itβs fine. Everything is fine. (Sudden silence)
