Back of the Bus

shoulder love
to prove it's not enough
fulfill a prophecy
of your self-induced agony

fall free
feel what you believe is real
until your heart implodes
the crushing sound
sucking in the room
thunder like a cracking chamber
this is the night an angel died
but no one cares when it's prophesied
maybe he lied, maybe he lied

but he did it all for you

the real adventure is finding joy
in turning your fantasies
into the burning memories
of a nightmare

Click in place like a broken puzzle
giving way

my masochism mixes well
with your sadistic point of view
like gin and juice,
just like gin and juice

I'll think on you sometime
I'll think on you sometime
I'll think on you sometime
But I'll never believe in you again!

shoulder love
prove it's not enough
fight this conformity
and fuck me like you hate me