Contractions - Onry Ozzborn

Walkie talkies, bicycles, flashlights

Cigarettes, cheap beer, getting high

Our first thought, exercise patience

Firewood, library books, brave men

I’m working on celebrating this Valentine’s Day

On October 31st with candy consumption until I buy

The razor blade and my major malfunction cause for some stitches

To sew the corners of my mouth

(Now a mask is exhibited and thus)

Needed to hide my ugly and hideous face away from the audience

Obviously I’d leave them astonished, awful and ominously

I’d thought by the offering of my queen and her house

Wriggling my life how I’m wanting to live her life

So exhausting and downright haunting

I’m flaunting around the stage as if she were just my accomplice

And magic is what I gave to these lords and their ladies

Save me, I’m drowning within this tank

It’s not entertainment enough to save you the trouble, well thanks

I guess not because you are fixed with those eyes and that evil gaze without

blinking

You hope that I will expire or pass away right in front of you all like Jesus

Christ, saving (trust me, I get it)

Welcome to the birth of Cupid, he’s riveting and coping set in

(Walkie talkies and) bicycles and flashlights

(To tell the truth) we have been super 8 crushes like

(On second thought) how 'bout we hide you in the basement?

(Everything sorted) with a nostalgic arrangement

Walkie talkies, bicycles, flashlights

Cigarettes, cheap beer, getting high

Our first thought, exercise patience

Firewood, library books, brave men