no city fun.

no good manners inside my cloudy brave heart... mind.
no, no... heart.
mind.
no happy ending in front of the sunshine door.
no city fun tonight.
no little ways to get rid of everything.
i don't let you, plastic sweet.
no city fun tonight.
i don't let you, plastic cry.
i've got the guts to throw soul, hell and gall.
the guts to stare at you with big bright eyes.
i can stare, forever. through all my life.
stare at you with everything in mind.
no, no... heart.
no city fun tonight.
today.
tonight.
today.
tonight.
i've got the guts to throw soul, hell and gall.

i had the guts to say i'm fucked rather than fuck you.

fuck you. i'm fucked.