Astoria

Astoria, I'm warning you
Not ready yet, not for you
Don't want to know my darkest lows
My blackest pitch, murder of crows
Feels far from home close to the veil
Goodbye mother's fairytale
Never after will suffice
When star-crossed lovers take their life

Now where again, a harlequin
Kaleidoscope in spite of when
Top of the world to lowest worth
From blackest pearl to slow rebirths

Don't remind me what the price is
When left to my own devices
'Cause I'll find out in all due time
What happens to never say die

Oh yeah, I'll say
Whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me
But it's gonna be a long year
'Til the hospital can find hope in me
Tell me I survive
Do I survive you, Astoria?
Tell me I survive
Do I survive you, Astoria?

You know, everything happens
It happens in threes

A fevered blur through names obscured
And speech is slurred
What's another bridge burned?
I'm on my own, you came alone
All dressed up in bad news
I know you can hurt too
This would be the wrong move
Maybe we should leave soon

You can lay with me while you think of him
Drown our sorrows deep in each other's skin
I touch your face while I think of her
I won't raise my lips to the way we were
Bite my neck while you say his name
I will scratch your back to forget her face
Our regret tastes sweet through a soft liqueur
We can raise our lips to the way we were

On a good day I'm the bad news
For the wrong girl with the right wounds
On a good day I'm the bad news
For the wrong girl with the right wounds
Hey, you ever just say f- it?
Maybe I'll drink this all away in buckets
Oh hey, might as well say f- it
I want to hurt myself until I love it

I shoulda known you're not alone
When you take somebody home and
The little deaths are a little less
Even if just for a moment
Hey, let's all say f- it
I'm gonna make my mother so proud of it

(Hope fades away in Astoria)
I'll say, whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me
But it's gonna be a long year
Until the hospital might find hope in me
(Astoria)
Astoria (Astoria)

Let the melody save me, Astoria
Let the melody save me, Astoria
The quid pro quos that will compose
From esoteric to common prose
Astoria