Astoria, I'm warning ya, not ready yet, not for you

Don't wanna know my darkest lows

My blackest pitch, murder of crows

Feels far from home, close to the vale

Goodbye mother's fairy-tale

Never after will suffice when star-crossed lovers take their life.

Now we begin a harlequin, kaleidoscope in spite of when

Top of the world to lowest worth, from blackest pearl to slower birth

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 see whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me

But it's gonna to be a long year till 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 speeches slurred

What's another bridge burned?

I'm on my own, you came alone

All dressed up in bad news

(I know you've been 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 will 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, ever just say fuck it?

Maybe I'll drink this all away in buckets

Oh hey, might as well say fuck it

I wanna hurt myself until I love it

I should've 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 fuck it

(On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds)

I'm gonna make my mother so proud of it

(On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds)

Yeah...

(Hope fades away in astoria)

I'll see whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me

But it's going to be a long year till 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 we'll compose from esoteric to common prose

Astoria.