Now let me tell you about the good life.
I have a million different kinds of fun.
When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one.
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it,
Nobody knows I dream about it.
This is my imagination.
If you come over tonight, we can travel through time.
We can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights.
I have a million different girls that hide under my bed.
And when I let them out they treat me right.
Oh, what a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist.
You were screaming till the police came (...) "
DisasterologyPierce The Veil