brobecks bot

nobody here knows im brobecks bot

just string me up, c'mon, and string me up on a string of pretty little lights pretty little lights, pretty little fights that we- that we always get into

darkened nights and violent things vaudevillian girls and violin strings

i am just an actor all alone upon an empty stage and i am a survivor left behind in this computer age

it feels like weeks since i last slept so please turn out the light

look what you've done, now i'm a mess today i even thought i'd wear a dress

do you feel the same? like needles in your brain

wasted time is less effective then growing less attractive to you there's nothing that's new anymore

the only trouble is you're getting hard to resist

constantly doing things that you don't like riding bikes across the street without lookin' either way

don't break my heart it could be your arm i break

well, i still burn but she's not burning

you've got a lot of nerve i've got a little time

carve your name in a tree carve your name inside of me it don't hurt at all

love is hard to find when you don't realize it's love

well, i can move my arms but my head has gone away

keep it down real low, no one has to know could you shut those doors while i try your clothes?

i'll make a home inside the ocean west of california, where it's warm

all of the drugs she takes at night keep her awake, give me a fright

well, i can move my arms but my head has gone away

do you feel the same? like needles in your brain