Jeff Rosenstock
Darkness Records
Burn my Mona LisaI would like another chanceTo put stars in her eyes,Fire pipes in the skyAnd brass knuckles on her hands.She can breatheShe can seeWhen you’re not watching.Throw away my lettersI would like another shotTo put a shine in your smileMake your nights worthwhileLike I’m with you when I’m notI disappear and reappear.I’m made of magic.Shred your photo albumsThey’re not gonna save anything.Petty moments in a grave.Toss your newborn baby.He deserves a better pathThan an Ambien dreamFilled with Vicodin dreamsPredetermined to relapseSpending weekends in the bath.He can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun.
From Letras Mania