Bombs & Beating Hearts Some Call It Hate
dirty diapers and dumpster juice broke my heart,
when we went looking behind the mini mart.
we traveled far and it hurt our feet.
we tipped over a tub filled with grease from some meat.
we found a huge board sliding rail.
i tried to gring it, but I had to bail.
we're all hopeless romantics, enemies of the state (heyheyhey),
driven by love, but some call it hate.
