Bonus Track Dark Violent Things
In a barren clubhouse, papers drift through the empty breeze. One clings to the floorboards beneath a window, caught under the fire escape.
It’s raining here at home
And I am sketching out your face
Trying to use your bones
For all these dark, violent things
And nothing seems to fit
Nothing is the same
Without you
And I can’t tell you
Why the roads are long
And why my lungs are sore
I think I’ll touch myself
And think of you some more
Everything is lame
Without you
Chorus
Maybe I’m the monster
Maybe I’m the dream
I think I am the killer of all good, pretty things
Unless it comes inside you
Then I make the stars
Paint the world in midnight
And burn where you are
Fighting is the one thing I was always meant to do
And dying is the last thing that
I will do for you
Verse 2
Everything is cursive
This is what they say
The pretty way they write
Your pretty fucking name
But it’s subversive
The way they always say
I am not the same
Without you
Chorus 2
Maybe I’m the monster
Maybe I’m the dream
I am just the killer of all good, pretty things
Unless it comes inside you
Then I make the stars
Paint the world in midnight
And burn where you are
Fighting is the one thing I was always meant to do
And dying is the last thing, princess,
That I will do for you
I will do for you
Bridge
I don’t want my heart
Can I beat inside your chest?
Take all my stars
Because there’s only one fucking left
I don’t want my heart
Can I beat inside your chest?
I’ll beat and beat and beat
Until there is nothing left
But you
Final Chorus
Maybe I’m the monster
Maybe I’m the dream
I think I'm just the killer of all good, pretty things
Unless it comes inside you
Then I make the stars
Paint the world in midnight
And burn where you are
Fighting is the one thing I was always meant to do
And dying is the last thing
That
I will do for you
Outro (Slow, Talky)
And dying is the last thing
that all monsters do
Seattle fucking sucks
It’s always the same
Without you