The American Experiment

Oh fuck! Wow!

Stupid Bitch

Friendship without lust

Makes bunnies made of dust

I had loved you once

But bullets in rooms ricochet

Our bones made of luck

But Jesus called our bluff

Now (We're so fucked)

And begging for our own forgiveness

My tables for two

I always have to choose

Always seem to lose

But what's a loss outside the day

When things go from blue

To yellow purple hues

Don't you want to do

What he told you was your endeavor

Purple yellow red skies

And butterflies

And raining knives

Purple yellow red skies

And butterflies

And raining knives