My New One

I don't really give it any glory anymore
I've already gone and picked myself up off the floor
Grabbed a case of the lonely and it wasn't red
I know you've wondered how your optimism could've stayed

Anemic scene
It's deafening
Weighted on its wings

There's a fighter and he never really got it on
But he's living in a prison with a paper doll
All the other writers didn't wanna see him think
Broken fingers everywhere and my ears still ring

Of the review
I took from you
I must undo

Before the urgency all disappears under the hour
Before the murdering of us and faithless milk turns sour
The curtain's seen
The curtain's seen

Anemic scene
It's deafening
Weighted on its wings

Before the urgency all disappears under the hour
Before the murdering of us and faithless milk turns sour
The curtain's seen
The curtain's seen
The curtain's seen
The curtain's seen