people who eat raw fish must have no concept of fire

a long,long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
before the feelings had begun to fade
i used to prey
 
that your parachute would always open
that you would never miss the vein
i'm crossing timezones on a train
hoping i'll be different a few hundred miles away
 
your tattoos,your crooked smile,sushi
these are just a few things i hate
 
honestly
 i don't think honesty
 is anything you could ever promise me
in a world full of scene kids and cornflake girls
i don't need to paint my fingernails black
 or pretend i'm sad
i'm just darker then you
 
growing further and farther from you
all on that old bitch slap rappin and cocaine tongue
i'm just plain done
 
hell is where the heart is
 
jesus is doing hamlet in central park
homeless people rarely wear eyeliner
humans keep secrets
these are a few of the things i know to be true
whiskey will never betray you
 
i live in a world of period point blanks and commas
trauma
plenty of fish in the sea
but most of them are piranhas
this is why the less tolerant beat hookers
this is why hookers are less tolerant
you have got beautiful eyes baby
 but you cant spell racecar backwards