throwing muses
ellen west
That last one messed me up Things look bad Things look tragic I keep looking in the mirror Afraid that I won't be there Courting Ellen West, dancing on her grave Saving Ellen West My house is full of demons I swear to God, I need to go to bed I need to go to sleep I'm awake with a vengeance Saving Ellen West 'cause she wanted it This way My mouth is full of demos I swear to God I need to go to bed I need to go to sleep I need that hope chest I need to breathe, I need you here I need to disappear