Glassjaw - Pink Roses
You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken
You're asking when do I stop, when the bottle's empty?
Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all
Nomad drowning rat black, black
So black you can't even grasp the fact
Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all
Lead with your need as God descends
Cold in the ground, what gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown
I want to drink you
Fuck you and film you
And if it ain't sold
Platinum or gold
This'll be the biggest liar that had lived