Paroles de San Francisco

Walked 10 miles to a hole in the ground The only ghosts that I see are pieces of you still reflected in me I hope you destroy yourself Drive fast into the burning bridge And leave me on the side of the road But you'll live It will be a ritual of remembering Hang your family from your living room ceiling fan with your small intestine But they'll live and it will be A ritual of remembering You said no matter how many candles I light in a black mass It will never change everything that I still lack But I'm still waiting for pieces of your ear in the mail And I'm still carving: I am my own God Deeper into my forearm every day So what the fuck has changed? Yellow paint won't save the world, my little Van Gogh And you deserve so much happiness You deserve so much more than this You deserve so much more than this