I won't let you ruin the music for me

I won’t let you ruin the music for me

Palahniuk and Mr. AZ go hand in hand on this one

Why can’t I sweep the cold spring nights aside in my mind?

Beaches and Bastards

I wish I could count the times my head has taken me back to that first night spent in the dark with unfamiliar notes in my ear, like a record, I’m skipping

And now that track in our symphony has been so overplayed, it is worn and cracking

Darling, Monroe is in my name

Rainy days and the harle[quin/m] curse

How many times did I drive that same street begging for you into the early hours of sunrise?

The things of modern fairy tales

And i fell so hard to the soundtrack you created for us

It hurt so badly and I hardly ever said a word to you

Sitting next to waterfalls matching my summer red eyes

Babe, we all fall in love with letters T and X

Texas-kings and queens[you’re so lost in the scene]- hold’em

But my story book takes place in parking lots and shopping malls,

no castles or enchated forests here

I wish i could run but your face is so broadcasted I can’t

And now after dragging me along you reappear enough to make me question wha was and then like my car into the sunset and you into dark rooms, you vanish