Naughty Little Boy

Naughty little boy never cared about his reputation,
he goes hard,
goes fast,
and he's never gonna turn around.

He's a wild party of his own,
and you'll never need an invitation.
So ladies, come on in,
Cause he's never gonna turn you down.

He's the drug that I need,
oh please,
Tell me why should I leave.
Hell,
he's no angel,
but he's savin' me.

He'll give it up for free,
he's only out to please,
He doesn't love me,
But I don't seem to mind.

Wait, take another ride,
before I have to say goodbye,
It might be a crazy world,
But i'm in love with this naughty little boy.

I find myself waking up alone,
and now I've gotta feed my addiction.
Don't ask,
don't tell,
Don't give a shit were you've been.
Call him up,
call him over for a little bit of satisfaction.

Do it once,
do it twice,
Hell I wanna do him again.

He's the drug that I need,
oh please,
Tell me why should I leave.
Hell,
he's no angel,
but he's savin' me.

He'll give it up for free,
he's only out to please,
He doesn't love me,
But I don't seem to mind.

Wait, take another ride,
before I have to say goodbye,
It might be a crazy world,
But i'm in love with this naughty little boy.

My Demons, My Friends

Those black shadows at the end of my bed,
whenever I'd stumble,
they were there to break my fall.

I always thought those demons where my friends,
but it seems like now they're out to get me.

And now I'm coming undone,
every hit of that black smoke,
clouds my already numb mind.

I always thought those demons where my friends,
but it seems like now they're out to get me.

And now I'm falling apart,
every inhale of that black smoke,
fogs my growing sickness.

You Asked Me To Love You

Sitting in the dark,
I can't seem to forget,
Giving up and realizing it's you that i'll never get.

Another bittersweet story of the pit falls of angry fate,
I can't go back again.
But you asked me to love you,
and I did,
Trading my emotions to a contract,
I just submit.

And when I finally get away,
I only get away so far.
The other side of me,
I think it's dead,
and I know it won't be born again.

I'll never survive,
with these dead memories,
quickly rotting away in my black heart.

Footie Wars

The feet attack,
like invading Russia.

Of Love and Sinew

It's the bitter taste of copper in my mouth
The unusual texture of flesh and sinew,
I'm not familiar.

It's vomit worthy,
the solid whites of your eyes.
Were they not once a brilliant shade of green?
I can't recall.

It's Winter again,
and the vultures are celebrating no hunger.
The warmth of your pale skin,
I will not remember.