A Radio With Guts - Tragic Music Lyrics
I want to hear it loudI want to hear it trueSometimes I like the darker clouds and I feel like feeling blueI drown myself in music, light another cigaretteI know I shouldn't do it, but they're so *****ing poeticTragic music scars to prove itI want to feel the painIt helps the heart to growWhen I'm puking in the drain you know it's murder on the throatI'm drinking like BukowskiLight another cigaretteI wear my heart on my sleeve doing nothing to protect itTragic music scars to prove it.I want to be alone until I just explode from pure grain fumes exhaled and lighting up a smokeI'm digging for the car keys cause I'm out of cigarettesThoughts of parking on train crossings with a mix tape in the tape deckBeat.Beat heartBeat heart sweet.Beat heart sweet stereoI'm going to fall apartBeatBeat heartBeat heart sweetBeat heart sweet stereoI'm going to break your heart