Nope pattern recognition my brain remembers I won’t haste the day it’s a day to remember I won’t say anything disturbed I swear under oath this is my chemical romance not petty it’s pretty reckless in a 60 chevelle we’re thirty seconds from mars counting crowd until we are all that remains there’s something corporate feels like I’m falling in reverse because I can’t escape the fate because my senses fail because when it’s you and me at six I pierce the veil because you’re my paramour in my mindless self indulgence I feel so sublime like I’m three doors down electric like ac/dc without you I rather stroke nine float like a Led Zeppelin my life is payable on demand motionless in white like Phil Collin’s on the air in the night in this moment I can feel you breathing you’re my sugar cult make me rapture no prince just like all the other kooks in this blue October our soul asylum is solja slim like cigarettes after sex but we stay let no r e m sleep journey a quiet riot no Clearwater Creedance revival I stand in the darkness now with no doubt our loves turned to garbage and I feel less than Jake I mean jinjer with no soul I’m just millencolin
