Text: Little Beirut. Fear Of Heaven. Apology To My Heart.

Let the floodgates out. Go ahead and cry.
I?ll pretend I?m sorry and you?re right
Ashley, Adrienne, Kate and Clementine
Left while we were turning a blind eye
But, brother mark my words, they?re marking you
for life
And soon, you?re just a pony. First Prize!
They can blow you up and pop you when you?re
high
You?re just a moving target, so be wise
Hold yourself up to the light
Count the cracks in my design
Hold yourself up to the light
Draw the curtains, if you like
First they set you up, then they watch you sweat
They pumped you full of powder and regret
Standing single file, Lonely silhouettes
You used to dream in cursive and hot breath
But ladies use and shadows bruise you, lest you
forget
You came into this body as my guest
I can blow you up and leave you in my debt
I?ll pretend I?m sorry, and that?s that.
Hold yourself up to the light
Count the cracks in my design
Hold yourself up to the light
Draw the curtains I don?t mind
I don?t mind . . .
Let the floodgates out. Go ahead and cry.
I?ll pretend I?m sorry and you?re right