There's A Black Hole In The Shadow Of The Pru Testo

And the rest is misery
Dreams are trash
On the side of the road
All starry eyed - tongue all tied
There's something you should know
I could have died with you
And Boston is the reason
I'm feeling so blue - damn you
City lights and colder nights
I'm innocent (minus the fights)
Praying out loud for a winter of quiet
Friday nights are killing me
I fall asleep - pen in hand
There's something you should know
I could have died with you
And Boston is the reason
I'm feeling so blue
Cities aren't a way to cure a disease
And I don't even know
Why you listen to me
A razor wristed kid
Looking forward to ends
If love was a bridge
You'd be the one in the fens
'All the kids are fucking dead'
I write 'with love and a gun to my head'
these days aren't going to last too long
(i know - i know - i know)
I'm drawing words from a tired heart
I'm drawing blood from a tired heart