i want to hear it loud i want to hear it true sometimes i like the darker clouds and i feel like feeling blue i drown myself in music, light another cigarette i know i shouldn't do it, but they're so fucking poetic tragic music scars to prove it i want to feel the pain it helps the heart to grow when i'm puking in the drain you know it's murder on the throat i'm drinking like Bukowski light another cigarette i wear my heart on my sleeve doing nothing to protect it tragic music scars to prove it. i want to be alone until i just explode from pure grain fumes exhaled and lighting up a smoke i'm digging for the car keys cause i'm out of cigarettes thoughts of parking on train crossings with a mix tape in the tape deck beat. beat heart beat heart sweet. beat heart sweet stereo i'm going to fall apart beat beat heart beat heart sweet beat heart sweet stereo i'm going to break your heart