so this could be
my last hours with you
as i feel bruised, you do to
turn this up
as we drive
the windows re clearly breaking

angel, you fell asleep by the window again,
and you dont, pretend.

and ill break all your windows
dont blame it on the stones
ive thrown blame it one the words
you spoke when you were still alive,
and you were beeding here tonight
i said go on
the hole in your head is the size of my heart,
yes ill find you in the bakroom
with the rope around your neck
i said go on