I'm drinking tea, if it's good enough for me. Then it's good enough for you. We can have tea for two. How do you do?. . But if you have to leave. Then please leave, don't let me keep you.
The yellow sun in the sky whenever you walk. A little white lie written in chalk. The red spot in your eye whenever you talk. Spit it out now. . And at the end of the day when you kick back.
If I point my gun at you. Are you gonna see it my way?. And if I tell you what to do. I think we can make it work this way. . And if you run from me, I know.
I got a hole in my heart, pretty baby.. Got a hole in my heart, can't you see?. Should've known, pretty baby,. that you were gonna be the end of me.. I hear the sirens coming for you, baby..
You're poised and ready, unable to make a sound. Your hands are sweaty as you look down. You're running already when you've hit the ground. . You're willing and able, so nice to have around.
Drip, drip, drip, drip outside my window. A head full of zip sleeps on my pillow. And it must be a phase that I'm in. 'Cause I can't explain to begin.
Well, I'm afraid that it's true. I'm leaving you.. But rest assured. tomorrow I'll be home.. Cuz you know I never could,. I never was no good,. Lord knows, at being on my own..
Thought I had it all figured out.. I knew what I was talkin' about.. Never had to worry.. You were you and I was me.. I spent my days being lazy.. Whatever made me happy..
I know it's wrong but what can I do?. Can't help myself whenever I see you. I have these thoughts and I want to confess. I want to get it off my chest.
Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah. I asked her go to with me and no one else. And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day. But I'm afraid of what my friends might say".
Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah. I asked her go to with me and no one else. And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day. But I'm afraid of what my friends might say".
Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah. I asked her go to with me and no one else. And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day. But I'm afraid of what my friends might say".
Any clown can make her laugh.. We know that.. Not any clown knows how. to make a good thing last.. And it's, ohh, ooohhhooaaa. it's right there within reach..
This is only temporary. These songs are my worst habits. My looks and my skin and my temper. And this town, this place I call my home. It's me just purely.
Maginary girl. You lay awake in your bed. Speaking the words in your head. You think about what it means to be dead. . You've got your wits about you.
My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse. Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse. Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms.
Forget what you see. And what you thought was true. It's not really me. Speaking to you. . Forget how you feel. Forget all your dreams. 'Cause nothing is real.
Keep me busy, baby.. Keep me satisfied.. Keep me coming back for more.. Keep me on a leash.. Keep me close at heart.. Keep me face down on the floor..
A balloon to your lips. And held between your fingertips. But soon it slips your grip and whips. Around the room, spitting its fumes. Just like me, ain't it just like me?.
My so called friends. Where are they now. I guess a love that bends. Isn't worth much any how. . They come and go. And talk their shit. And when I really need to know.