Darkness Records
by Jeff Rosenstock
From the album: We Cool?
Track 12 of 12 on We Cool? (2015).
Duration: 03:23
Lyrics for Darkness Records
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 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.