When your future is obviously a ticking time bomb waiting to go off, but you still run to eat as fast as you can because well, your stupid.  I speak of course, of me.  Oh, I love you sweet stupidity.

Teddy bears and awkward stares,

did they mean a thing to you, I know what they meant to me. 

Silk suits and memories,

these lies run on for days, what did I mean to you?

Can you save me too?

Well,

I believe in love,

and I believe in you.

But the world is crashing down,

and there’s nothing you can do.

I’ll dream of you…

It’s not, what it seems

These lies, Theses dreams

they turn my heartland black