Get me The fuck out of here

make a wish
... on a shooting star,
on a dandilion,
on your birthday,
its all the same.
Wish for me to die a horrible death
Go ahead, I dare you,
I wish for it every night
but maybe i just need someone to wish it too

SO COME ON I DARE YOU

Say it like you mean it baby,
Scream it like you mean it baby,
Fuck like you mean it baby,
If you wish 'till it hurts
like the way i made you hurt,
...maybe it'll come true
So go ahead and make a wish,

I FUCKING DARE YOU
I FUCKING DARE YOU

...I FUCKING DARE YOU

Gotham city's burning

Wander with me the dirty streets of desire Bums, wine-O's, crackheads all looking to get high. Dreamers, looking for a future. A poet projecting his miseries. All passengers in their vestal, Wandering, searching, forgetting, getting shitfaced. Stumbling through life with their sole's worn thin ...Ohh the things we should have been And yet here we are, Pondering life. Here in desire we find God, In the face of a dealer At the bottom of a bottle And in the apathy of youth Here, the moon will be the patron saint, The patron saint of lost causes. She will watch over us and echo our pain in her face. ...So wander with me the streets of desire, And pay the toll to your final resting place. Walk amongst us in the streets of the lost ...Here in the streets of desire

Atlantic city nights

Sometimes the things we're looking for, the things that will set us free are right in front of our very eyes; hidden in the face of the moon, in the eyes of a lover, in a wax poetic depiction of life....  The beauty of the world and the pulse of a city...life, love, longing, it's all in front of us, lost in the smuged beauty of the world and waiting for a wide eyed dreamer to stumble upon it.  I have found the meaning of life, love, and longing all in my fair Verona.  And i thank her for it.  Hidden in the neon lights and dirty streets is a dreamers paradise.  In these cold Atlantic city nights i have found all i ever needed to know.  Thank you fair Verona, thank you