Dear eastern prom
  I know what's wrong...
  But it's suicide eyes
  That wrote this song
  For all I'm worth
  Writer's block is a bitch
  Words falling like bricks
  For a New England wish...
  I was an easy male fuck
  In the town of "naive-fly"
  All I wanted was a shot in the dark
  But like a knife through the heart
  I choke on spit covered words...
  Oh my god - It happened again
  What's wrong with me?
  Screaming gets you nothing
  One more night in this town
  And I swear that I'm dead...
  I drew a heart
  Around the name of your city...