Bright pictures of better times
Broken mirrors of thought-out crimes
Before the turning of the tide
Bring your secrets for me to hide
Bloated stomachs and fat reflections
Bow low to your imperfections
Breathe life into those who are dead
Be cautious of the ground you tread
Bigger dreams and smaller flags
Blue is weary from the paintbrush it drags
Buried coffins marked with white crosses
Bitted by the sarcasm of your new bosses
Bulls--- stories that will always contradict
Beautiful adds that were strategically picked
Beers that line the street billboard
Bathing in the light from an electrical cord
Breasts uncovered for fifteen minutes of fame
Blow through the endless feelings of shame
Beckoning your doom with wide open arms
Birth control bottles forget to mention any harms
Best not to tell them any of your explanations or whys
Because the answers won't look very good in daddy's eyes
Buttons falling off the red bricks
Bringing together a new bag of tricks
Betting with yourself on what will come next
Bawling from the meaning discovered in the text
Bed and Breakfast with a history that lied
Bend the rules and you'll enjoy the ride
Bass guitars with a broken string
Battered singers that no longer sing
Begging for the end to come
Beating on the signal drum
