Standard (EADGBE)

All the words in my mouth

 that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out

 banded together to form a makeshift militia

 and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.

 I stood proud in the gallery

 With my open socket of a mouth for them to see.

 They all just laughed and said

 "That boy, he, that boy's got woe....Woe.

 He lives with woe....Woe."

 And this girl who I met

 Whose pride makes her hard to forget,

 She took pity on me horizontally

 But most likely because of my band.(hey)

 It's all I can get when I'm lonely

 And these visions of death seem to own me

 In the quiet of the classrooms

 All across the stacked United States of Woe....Woe.

 We live with woe....Woe

 She said "I can't get laid in this town

 Without these pointy fucking shoes.

 My feet are so black and blue and so are you."

 Please take me out of my body

 Up through the palm trees

 To smell California in sweet hypocrisy.

Floating my senses surround my body.

I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.