I'll shit on you, da da da da. I'll shit on you, da da da da. I'll shit on you, da da da da. I'll shit on you, da da da da. . I'll shit on you, I will shit.
My shadow pulled me up the stairs. To a room thats filled with tired air. And I watched you sleep cause no one else cared. All alone I sit and wait. for the anesthetic in my veins.
[Mitchel]. Mic Check 1,2,1,2, alright, it's workin'.. Yo! Welcome to the best collaboration of all. time, and the names, Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso, NBC on the track, word!.
Little short skirt. With a big attitude. She wants to be a model. Wants to be on the tube, yeah. . It's one thing or another. She's a trouble, trouble.
I dont think about it, I dont think about it. . Misunderstood, everybody feels that way sometimes, oh oh oh oh. I wish I could fit in with all the rest but I, oh oh oh.
Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down. You've got too much talent. I see you through those bloodshot eyes. There's a cure, you've found it. Slow motion, sparks.
I've been thinkin'. For way too long. Askin' myself. Is lovin' you so wrong. My mind's heavy workin'. Cause my heart needs a rest. And if my grip keeps slippin'.
Intro:. . Here I am. Playing a song just for a while. And baby this is for you. . Don't you know. You're the reason why. All my dreams come true. . Refrain1:.
"Not just any insane asylum," she exclaimed indignantly, as though I had offended her. "Though you certainly do not deserve it, you are a very lucky girl indeed, for you have been assigned a bed in the most progressively innovative, the most morally experimental, the most, ah, the most ingeniously directed medical institution for the mentally ill, lead by my own dear son, Dr. Montmorency Stockhill. You, unworthy child, are now an inmate of The Asylum For Wayward Victorian-".
in the lake. you will find me. behind your house. behind your house. and from that lake. i will remind you. of your promises broken. your cruel words spoken.
He had a fault, this is most true. But others have faults greater still. A noble profile was his rue. But many have done greater ill. And yet he would not show.
If you feel better. Telling me I'm cruel. Saying I'm unfeeling. I don't mind. If it's necessary. If it helps you out. Crying that I'm heartless. It's alright.
[I'm here]. . I could beg a thousand times. I could explain, I could use rhymes. And rhythms meant to catch your eye. But I know you won't see. . I could cry a thousand tears.
If I had a mystery. I'd spoil the surprise. Giving it away to you. To see it through your eyes. If I had a song to sing. I'd name it after you. So that each time it was heard.
I want my innocence back and if you can't give it to me. I will cut you down and I will run you through. With the dagger you sharpened on my body and soul.
I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head. I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed. Manipulate me if you can. Go on and fool me like your biggest fan.
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. And as I climb into an empty bed. Oh well. Enough said. I know it's over - still I cling. I don't know where else I can go.
I don't care much. Go or stay. I don't care very much. Either way. Hearts grow hard. On a windy street. Lips grow cold. With the rent to meet. . So if you kiss me.
Spent my whole life telling everyone to leave me alone. Don't touch, don't look too close. But I didn't mean you. And now you're gone. Because you saw the forbidden sign above my head.
I cried for you because you said goodnight. When you really should have said you'll stay. I cried for you because you took your light. And left me, though you know I've lost my way.