the finer parts of broadway

Lips chizzled to perfection with a chainsaw
i bet you feel pretty now, but where does your heart lie?
So here i  am just watch me give it my all
tearing all pictures that held these walls together by their seams
but ill pull some string and try and end things
leaving ths a cursed reahersal before the opening night
There will be beautiful sights mixed with spinning lights
while i drink my self into this gutter
I'll tell myself i'll be fine and that you were ment for broadway
so
     to
         you
heres a toast and ill meet you in the styx