i don t hang out in makeshift graveyards ill serve my time in them soon enough and i can t deny the foolish compromise by satellites stop my routine runs cold machine guns it feels like poison to virgin tongues so try stop and die fiber optics tie us alive so adios sayonara prizefighter you re no champion you re a casualty turn yourself in you re trained chagrin its a sad charade in your disappointment i caught you smiling bright shades of white nothing else reminds you of life nothing else inspires you to try it was candles on the dresser it was what you loved the most it was flashes in your mirror and you thought you saw a ghost and i hope this feels better and i hope that you stay true seldom kissing only wishing this is what i thought id have to do