What Really Happened At Lovers Lane

Who knew this is where we'd come to? You always forgot to dot your I's, And cross your T's. Your writing was never legible, But I know you meant good things. We are a fucking abomination, Love to love, Look below at the city radiant with orange and s

Pretty, You are. Enough to be in magazines. A "front page fuck" for this month. It won't matter now if the cameras come, Because they won't recognize who they're taking pictures of, There is so much blood, There is so much. We'll make history to