Before you break my heart, before you start. I'm gonna break your arm and concentration. Before you make a sound and try to turn us down. I'm gonna stuff your mouth with all your riddles.
I'm a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall. In a middle of a hall in Barcelona. Trying to figure out how to get down. Because this solitude is bringing me down.
Please put down your guitar. Before it goes too far. Your music sounds like shit. How many times do I have to say it?. . You talk and talk, and talk. About how things should work.