window paint.

i filled my friends all up with holes,
watched them bleed some pretty rose.
is it any wonder...
does it even matter?
i think i just heard thunder.
the rain is coming through my window.
i think everything's going wrong.
oh shit, i heard my brain just splatter.

finger painting on the window,
with my thoughts and memories.
there's a lustrious streak of red,
and i can't think without my head.
i smear a smiling face up on the window,
for this pathetic world to see.