thehorsemandeath5
[Verse 1]Burn my Mona LisaI would like another chanceTo put stars in her eyesFire pipes in the skyAnd brass knuckles on her handsShe can breatheShe can seeWhen you’re not watching[Verse 2]Throw away my lettersI would like another shotTo put a shine in your smileMake your nights worthwhileLike I’m with you when I’m notI disappear and reappearI’m made of magic[Bridge]Shred your photo albumsThey’re not gonna save anythingPetty moments in a grave[Verse 3]Toss your newborn babyHe deserves a better pathThan an Ambien dreamFilled with Vicodin dreamsPredetermined to relapseSpending weekends in the bathHe can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun