Jeff Rosenstock - Darkness Records lyrics

Burn my Mona Lisa I would like another chance To put stars in her eyes, Fire pipes in the sky And bra** knuckles on her hands. She can breathe She can see When you’re not watching. Throw away my letters I would like another shot To put a shine in your smile Make your nights worthwhile Like I’m with you when I’m not I disappear and reappear. I’m made of magic. Shred yr photo albums They’re 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.