IntrovertSo drown today in silver dreamsWe both know you'll never achieve(Oh melancholy, love, can't you snap out of this?)Slam the door just like beforeSurround yourself in poet's lore(Oh melancholy, love, can't you just let yourself live?)Shedding lies and alibis to the tune of half a person,'Cause you wouldn't think to sing yourself to sleepOff-key vocals paint your world so melancholy blue,Sing your heart out, words couldn't be any more untrueSo lose your mind to vacant screamsAnd safety-pinned saints on your jeans(Oh melancholy, love, don't you lose your mind to this)The mystery of fate's a lieFrom sabateur in poet's guise(Oh melancholy, love, don't be content with how this is)Shedding "why"s and second tries to the sound of pre-dawn silence'Cause you'll never risk for dreams you bury deepOff-key daydreams paint your world so bruised, so black and blue,Dry your eyes with lullabies your mother sang to youYou'll never be your daydreamsAnd you'll never lose this spiteYou
Media DarlingHeld hostage by your own blackened fingertips,by photos in magazines.Chains of tin foil made unbreakable by your words.Imprisoned by the sudden shock of liberty,Something like a lost little boy at the mall,Or maybe just something like a lost cause.And names and faces you'll never hear or seeWould operate and cauterize--Melt away the foil of your chains,While praying your words will remain untouched.Names and faces you'll never hear or seeWould die to be the reason for your realization:That you'd rather have real ink staining your fingertips.
Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want tokill the world inside you,but you can'tbecause you're too worriedbecause you can't see the consequencesbecause you don't like modificationsbecause you can't make upbetter excuses;well you're excused,excused from giving a damn,and it'slights outfor the cigarette lighter(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashesand blow the smoke away).