Bad luck and Re-cuts.

Tangled up in twisted ends, baby you have evil Friends.
You need them so, you feed them.
We eat off your hips, while your body is tossed
into oblivion.
There just insects behind your decisions.
a mass confusion of flawless visions,never really searched
or picked to see who'll listen.

Am I a bloody hockey stick, stuck in your ear.
Friends just poison your chemical atmosphere.
Let it be baby, we sing in the dark to start
something maybe.
Rhythem explodes inside your gaping hole
we speak of greater things we just don't know.

We fuck too much, Blinded by our own bad luck
We ramble on with the first words to touch,
We just keep wounds open with Re-cuts
Let it be rough, let it be smooth, I'm your
evil friend beneath you.

Your presence we demanded,
but we can barely stand with our own.
Your love I needed, but mine was free to roam.
So god damn-it whose askin?
My stomach aches with last chances.