You better believe it's true. You know I do I do. You better believe it's true. You know I do I do. . I'm a screw-up of epic proportions. A walking hand grenade.
Someone else standing in my shoes. Count the hours since he left his boots behind. Still in limbo, think I'll stay up late. This infomercial's got me lifting weights for you.
Took all week for the feeling to come.. Dry your eyes we're staring at the sun.. Want to call I've got nothing to say.. Want it all got a line and the nerve to stay.
This must be it, welcome to the new year. The drinks were consumed. The plants were destroyed. And the hors d'oeuvre dismantled. . I'm not smiling behind this fake veneer.
Sifting through the broken glass. The echoes of my ancient past. Keep flooding into every pore. Like scattered seeds of sycamore. Suddenly I started wondering how I got here.
Hey, driver, don't take me too far down this road. I hate prying and I've given you more than I own. I've given you more. I'm here, the scene of your crime.
I won't breathe if you won't talk. Lose myself in the moment love. I've been trying to dig deep. But everything we said rings cheap, yeah. Selling a feeling, yeah.
Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands, I could not stand. The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor. . These are the things, I think about, when I'm alone without you.
Walking late last night. She called me to her side. With wild and pale blue eyes. My heart now, she did sway. Away from another, that is. For yourself, get out.
Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands I could not stand... The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor.... . These are the things I think about when I'm alone without you.
My outside feeling is wrapped in a million things. God, it's good to be back home. While I'm cast in doubt. We'll sit and talk about. The many ways of getting back, yeah.
Never felt so divine. Dreamed of stars, well so did I. Losing sleep, never rest. Been watching green turn to red. Before you lose yourself. Do you cry when no-one does?.
To be lost in a state of confusion. no sense of direction you can't be found. far from the truth of the slim and shady youth. but it's all the same, yeah it's all the same to me.
I've got emotion dripping out my pores. And I thought I would let you know. You are the night light ripping through my wicked world. How you make it sparkle and glow.
Said too much. I've run aground. My conscience says. I'm not around. But I'm still looking for it. So what's it like. Just to make you pleased?. Now I'm diseased.
As the rush comes. As the rush comes. As the rush comes. As the rush comes. . Traveling somewhere, could be anywhere. There's a coldness in the air but I don't care.
The worst part. Every hour of every day. Can you hear them. There's no escape. . But the truth is. There's a line that we all cross. I've been crossed out.
Quicksand is a code of arms. Lose sleep with some liquid fiction. Last rites every Friday night. While we cool with the lights on. . High tide tied around the neck.
So what exactly are you saying?. You'd like to live your life between the sheets. And no destination. The hour's getting way past getting late. To find the public opinion.
I like your hair much better that way. When it hangs out front when it hangs out front. With tilted head like a listener. But I'm just thinking about the red dress.