want to hear it loud i want to hear it true sometimes i like the darker clouds and i feel like feeling blue i drown myself in music, light another cigarette i know i shouldn`t do it, but they`re so xxxxxxx poetic tragic music scars to prove it i want to feel the pain it helps the heart to grow when i`m puking in the drain you know it`s murder on the throat i`m drinking like Bukowski light another cigarette i wear my heart on my sleeve doing nothing to protect it tragic music scars to prove it. i want to be alone until i just explode from pure grain fumes exhaled and lighting up a smoke i`m digging for the car keys cause i`m out of cigarettes thoughts of parking on train crossings with a mix tape in the tape deck beat. beat heart beat heart sweet. beat heart sweet stereo i`m going to fall apart beat beat heart beat heart sweet beat heart sweet stereo i`m going to break your heart