Lx. Protest The Wind. Lovers In The Red Sky. Zeneszám

is the weight of emptiness heavier than all the baggage
of that bed sheet bound romance
and the ghosts of all its habits
hey lover you hate my guts
hey lover you hate so much

after i set this bridge ablaze
i'll put a fort up in its place
just one thing left to say
"no girls allowed"

you've got a body fully of blades
or maybe it just hurts to hold you
another sidewalk serenade
without a soul around to sing to
hey lover you hate my guts
hey lover you hate so much

there's a blueprint i found for it all
where i keep it is hidden

after i set this bridge ablaze
i'll put a fort up in its place
just one thing left to say
"no girls allowed"