needed to. And the worst part of all of it's knowing that you're proud of this. Yeah, you're outgrowing me. Won't be the first time you leave me in the dust. Won
You've got some balls (and you keep them well protected by your friends). Soon come the day when you can hide no more. There will be an end to all your
When I was younger, 14 or so, I lived my life like it was over. Spent my days searching for cigarette butts, my nights in a newspaper bin. Loitered the
Sometimes I'd like to know the insides of my wrists. Sometimes I'd like to do what does not happen after this. It's crazy, but it seems that I do nothing
Morningleaver starts her day. Morningleaver's got her way: never stay. At a loss for clever entrance lines, the room's just the same once you're in.
Don't expect what you've been expecting. Don't look for love here, no love to be found. Gruesome on the upstroke, painful going down. It's gonna be a
Once near, now remote. Not just far, remote. Saw you downtown, remote. Eyes shifting, around and around. Remote. I'm sure it's cold inside your room.
Hold up, break down, for as long as I take to come around. I think that you should know that I forced this song. Wrong
What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals, an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals. Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
Get this through your pretty skull: You were simply entertainment. Worthless conversation, a more worthless conversation piece. Always find that way
I needed to. And the worst part of all of it's knowing that you're proud of this. Yeah, you're outgrowing me. Won't be the first time you leave me in the dust. Won
rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste Well I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a case Forget
rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste Well, I don't need a lawyer 'cause there won't be a case Forget
rusted out rambler up on the rack And a pile of bald Goodyear's out in the back He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen He calls 'em friend
better or worse Whatever as always Midlife fires start to burn They burn down our worn protection I won't take pictures from their frame Whatever as
Oh my felly, my belly Full of fast food 'cause I know that cash rules my life To like as twice as the nights I'm living, Try my life Fully rusted, Is
re trying for something That's already found us We can invent Kingdoms of our own Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust & love we must, in beds of rust
, that I have lost and won. Yeah, and my friends might as me, what color are these blues? And then I might say, black is their color, black as any ordinary
