God damn how things go astray. I want those winter nights, take back the summer days. God damn everything is wrong. I'm not the kind of boy to write these love sick songs. Jenna, you made me feel so good. You fucked me up, and made me feel things humans should. But now you're leaving, and my state is in descent. And now Rhode Island is a state that I resent. We misunderstand each other, but when we take off all our clothes, we're closer to the meaning of things we'll never know. And oh, God damn, I'm afraid of you. You've got me feeling things I've never wanted to. Maybe art school will be good for you. And fuck your parents, they don't know what's good for you. Please don't forget me, I will not forget you. But this God damn Providence has split us into two. We misunderstand each other, but when we take off all our clothes, we're closer to the meaning of things we'll never know. And oh, God damn, I'm afraid of you. You've got me feeling things I've never wanted to.

When I first woke up on that cold New Year's day, I looked at you with longing, and I never look that way. I looked at you for hours, and thought to my surprise, "I hope this lasts forever", and then you opened up your eyes. And, oh my God, is this really real? You're just as strange as angels, but a creature I can feel. And please don't go, please just stay with me; I think that I could love you, and I think you could love me. Screaming, and shouting, in my room we proved: wrapped around each other, we'd learn how we both move. And girls like you never want boys like me, but when we are together there's nothing else we see. And, oh my God, that thing that you do unhinges me in ecstasy, and pulls me into you. And make me scream, yeah shake me from above. I feel so real inside of you. I have fallen in love. Take off your make up, take it off for me. Let's just take off everything, show me what's underneath. The winter nights are over, and I'm waking up it seems; the summer days are taking you, as reality ends dreams. The summer days are sobering, they never were before, and I must live without your love, just as a did before. But, oh my God, when you speak to me, I hear sirens singing senselessly, you're the vision that I see. And though you're gone, I still carry you with me; you're the blood inside my body, and the angel in my dreams. And, oh my God, is this really real? You're just as strange as angels, but a creature I can feel. And please don't go, please just stay with me. I think that I could love you, and I think you could love me. Take off your make up, take it off for me. Let's just take off everything, show me what's underneath.

April is a bitch that breads, and blooms life from the deadened trees, and ever kiss that you give me burdens me with memories, and every promise that we've made is, but a brick in a colonnade; a hollow hall of lucid dreams; sleepless, they are lingering. The hanged man I am I am not, I can't accept the card I got. The pearls, the pearls inside your eyes, whisper to me, "All things die." I fear this summer will be cold, and without you, I shall grow old. And please do not take out your dead, take out the trash, leave me in bed. A game of chess for you, and me. This wasted land breads apathy. A barren ball of discontent is the place where all my life was spent, but then you came, and spoke to me, unhinged my heart, and slept with me. But now I fear that I must wake, and you must leave, and I will quake. Tell me when the Kingdom's come, I'll tell ya then that all is done, and Earth is such a waste of time, and Heaven's a high inside your mind. Come on, baby, take my hand; let's get out of this wasted land, and make a place for you, and me, a place devoid of history.

We're alone, together we are all alone. All men are Islands. All we are all alone, islands with our own time zones. Islands all without our souls. For my generation the bell tolls. Meaningless. Our lives are simply meaningless. There is no point to, anything that we do. It's all been done there's nothing new. Meaning lies inside the mind, to ease the pain of wasted time. I keep writing the same song so it sticks in your head, that there's no fucking future, and we'll all end up dead. And I don't trust my parents, and I don't trust my friends. Cause We're all crooked creatures with means to an end. And I feel lik a burden to everyone; I'm the blackest of sheep, in the brightest of suns. This isn't living, it's digging through strife; we are feebly crawling, and calling it life. I'm a fake, I'm a fraud, a phony, a fuck. I'm a waste of your time, and the worst of your luck. This river of hatred flows through my soul; there's a venom inside; this beast has control. Murder your parents, and murder your friends. Be vicious, and vile, and fight to the end. Don't trust the boys, and don't trust the girls: your lover's a liar, and so is the world. Death is for certain, but glory's a lie. Don't trust your teachers, for all teachers lie; prophets will profit off fears, and lies. So fuck it, let's burn, we're all going to die! No future. No future. No future. There. Is. No. Future.