Dear eastern prom 
I know what's wrong... 
But it's suicide eyes 
That wrote this song 
For all I'm worth 
Writer's block is a bitch 
Words falling like bricks 
For a New England wish... 
I was an easy male fuck 
In the town of "naive-fly" 
All I wanted was a shot in the dark 
But like a knife through the heart 
I choke on spit covered words... 
Oh my god - It happened again 
What's wrong with me? 
Screaming gets you nothing 
One more night in this town 
And I swear that I'm dead... 
I drew a heart 
Around the name of your city...