Hearts – American Nightmare

Dear eastern prom
I know what’s wrong…
But it’s suicide eyes
That wrote this song
For all I’m worth
Writer’s block is a bitch
Words falling like bricks
For a New England wish…
I was an easy male fuck
In the town of “naive-ity”

All I wanted was a shot in the dark
But like a knife through the heart
I choke on spit covered words…

Oh my god – it happened again
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Screaming gets you nothing
One more night in fucking town
Screaming gets you nothing
And I swear I’m fucking dead…
Screaming gets you nothing
I drew a heart around the name of your city…
Screaming gets you nothing
I drew a heart around the name of your city…