Texty:
Cursive Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes

After the movies In the parking lot We stared so long And you kissed me With ripe young breath So I kissed you One night as forever In the movies

thought we agreed No limb should be left So severed and bleeding What are you missing? What are you missing? A truth so disabling Might blind my starving eyes

Clad. I'm wearning thin my invitation. I'll wear it out But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you We could burn up so close We could

There's no use going to Des Moines I heard it's just like here I guess it's just like everywhere As for us, I guess we're not immune Look at our same

ball." It seems the world collapses In the mother's womb The place of birth Where we're all condemned It's the warm, sad, jaded end Starving for

blistered me badly We've all been burning out I'll have a Gibson My throat is dry from screaming blindly At the wishing stars that wrecked me They

afford this time I can't afford it... The hour has come for retribution I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down The hour has come for

This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes

Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard They're scribed across stained glass They're posted on the billboards A lackluster charade And are we so