But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door? I've never seen a girl look so good in thick-rimmed glasses before. And I feel her gaze on me during sleeping hours - And when I shower.
They let us play with markers, but I keep trying to draw infinity, and I read the bible to pass the time. But one day out of nowhere, she sits down and looks over my shoulder. I'm shaking harder then I've ever shook before.

Put love on hold. Young Hollywood is on the other line. Her nose runs ruby red, deaths in a double bed. Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate. Cut it loose, watch you work the room.
I'm a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart, apart. Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate. Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends