Saylor Lake - Drop Dead, Gorgeous

You’re all the fucking same

Worthless and waiting for a savior that was there all along

You’re all the same poison

With perfect lives and cruel intentions

A trail of blood…

You’ve fucking built the skin

Give the paper something to talk about

Give the readers something to talk about

Saylor Lake’s got a mean howl

Careful at night, better watch out

Decorate her funeral with open wounds

When the sorrow pours like water

Down a cold and restless body

Slowly flows a river

In the river we will gaze

Up the stairs, down the hall

Into the bed room she crawled

To place a panicked phone call

But she was struck in the head with a blunt object

I never thought that I would grow tired

Well, I did

There once was a time where I lost my mind and I thought that I wanted this

But now I’m terribly mistaken for a fake

One day these cameras will steal my entire soul

When everything is gone, it’s quiet and we want nothing more