let's get a silver bullet trailer & have a baby boy

I loved them because they were always talking with their fists. They were always slamming their hands through walls. They were slamming their hands through each other, and I guess through me too. Sometimes I would cry so hard that I was just screaming my head of on the side lines. I'd rip out anyone's hair because then still, then when the boys were going to jail and we were crying in backseats-- then we still had everything to live for. We had everything to live for but we didn't look at it like that, instead we just thought we'd live forever. And I loved them because. And I loved them because.

And now I don't remember how I loved anyone like that. I can't feel that way at all. It was the most hopeless thing, the most dedicated thing. And now I can't even understand it at all. No part of me wraps my head around it. No part of me raps about it, because we're not even funny more.

I loved them because they meant it, as much as they possibly could have, they meant it. They meant it more than I could ever mean anything now.

I'll just get myself to sit in a back seat and I will talk to all of you like your lips are bleeding too.