mostly on time with the news

its lately ive burned the most,

crazy work of god, i met my fate as seventeen ended

i think lovers die faster than bombs do and i think sexy is over for the military

so what if im sold on sex and dying to the dead

i am so sad i hated you most

and lastly im definitely the devil in blue and gold

and blythe ended to the millisecond i found out he never knew you

i loved your hair on fire the most

i think it saved you for the work of the damned more than the dead

I love secrets, how you tell them but you never know them and wait, am I God again

or is God really, really just over

and love you for everything and all but did you notice I've only lost you

and wherever the money takes you I hope you find gold

and let it go, i said it once to kill something with that fire and its just one fire and shit

and whatever im god again,

soak it up,

the death of the miserable.