Jeff Rosenstock
darkness records
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Burn my Mona Lisa
I would like another chance
To put stars in her eyes,
Fire pipes in the sky
And brass knuckles on her hands.
She can breathe
She can see
When youâre not watching.
Throw away my letters
I would like another shot
To put a shine in your smile
Make your nights worthwhile
Like Iâm with you when Iâm not
I disappear and reappear.
Iâm made of magic.
Shred yr photo albums
Theyâre not gonna save anything.
Petty moments in a grave.
Toss yr newborn baby.
He deserves a better path
Than an Ambien dream
Filled with Vicodin dreams
Predetermined to relapse
Spending weekends in the bath.
He can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun.