WEVE BEEN TIGHT FOR A LONG TIME NOW. THE BEST OF FRIENDS. YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING. KEEPING NOTHING IN. I GIVE AWAY MYSELF. WITH THE SECRETS THAT I TELL.
You don't make it easy for me. If I let go, imagine where we could be. If I spent less time trying to make up my mind. Then I would see, you're exactly what I need.
I never knew no kind of flame before. I never knew a love to run up so fast. Just to run me down. I never new a girl to take my love so strong. Just to leave me lonely, come summer's end.
And now we have a prescription, a new prescription for you. It is called Jack Ü. . It'll get rid of the flu. No more flu shots, no more drugs. No more prescription drugs, just have a little.
Blue meets gray, a sun meets the starry night. Water meets the sand. I heard your voice, I breathe your breath alive. For the first time I opened up my eyes.
No notice of the world around you. Take for granted it revolves around you. Not what you're shooting for. Crashing back to the shore. . Smart mind, a little bit racist.
Me against the world is the way I`m gonna live. Many lies I`ve heard they got nothing to give. They told me to close my eyes and look at all the stars.
I will give you this confession, I am taking you with me. Where we can contemplate our chemistry. And your eyes were lined with questions with blood rushing away.
I saw her wait, waitng at the bus stop. Watching as her tears dropped. Like pennies down a well. Oh well. We can drink until the sun comes up. I never let a good thing go.
I'm living in a waiting room on the tenth floor. Of a New York City skyscraper. Got the paperwork filled out my friend. Can you tell me how this story ends?.
Dear Jack,. I'll write you as a friend. Dear friend,. I fear the end is coming soon. To you it's not so clear. It's clear to me. It's clear as glass. Dear Jack, Dear Jack, Dear Jack,.
I have, I have you breathing down my neck. Breathing down my neck. I don't, don't know what you could. Possibly expect under this condition. . So I'll wait, I'll wait.
Wake up, It's Monday afternoon. We're still in bed, Oh what to do?. You call your friends but can't get through. And I write songs, to sing, for you. Sometimes we're stuck, most times we're drifting.
And I will watch her walk by. and I know what she's thinking inside. So I won't try to catch her attention. . When she can only watch the ground. I'll dress the part of the one that loses now.
It's harder to hold. than to touch. and when you leave. with her on your arm. your touch will do so much harm. . the further you go is the further she'll follow.
Don't wake the baby. Step on it's fuckin' head. You may be an asshole. I love you instead. Don't wake the baby. Step on it's fuckin' head. You may be an asshole.
Don't wake the baby. Step on its fuckin' head. You may be an asshole. I love you instead. Don't wake the baby. Step on its fuckin' head. You may be an asshole.