We Are Mad Here Anymore

whine all you'd like

look at what happens

why go...

when tears have fallen in flood?

the sky was gold
yet you went and broke it
these tears feel so natural

the ones that cried for you...
im the last of a dying breed

take your feet off my chest,
and for once, let me breathe.

this is for you
rose petals that cut butter skin
a circus of fishsticks
icebox nightmares.

lipstick on the mirror,
everything is free
a snake in the grass with wings
oh pretty sheep:
broken clowns cry hardest.

look at the funnyman,
he weeps alone for you
tripping on bliss,
choking on happiness
broken at the seams.


Drowning is no longer fun.





We're Mad Here Anymore