One, two, tree, four.... . All my friends in magazines. Got addicted to the word, 'leave'. And they all wrote love songs that they believed. Little lies and massive dreams.
Heard you on the radio. Heard you on the radio. What a bullshit ballad. Heard you on the radio. What a bullshit ballad. Heard you on the radio. What a bullshit ballad.
I don't believe that the world isn't right. Garden of Eden died on design. Ours is completed ours is declined. Come on baby love me tonight. . So if you can kneel with a whore and decide.
Get the body butter, baby. Lets go party alone. You can feel the love that's coming. On and off, and on and off. . Faith is a horrible song. Get the body butter, baby,.
My open lists are yearning for your anxious meal. Some call it influence while others slowy learn to steal. And the fictional curtains have turned to glass.
There's a leader who leads through and got a ways. He might hold you, and baby, win a race. And all the leaders who fall with a broken man. They could call you up, baby, with a plan.
When the silence wakes you up. You gotta feel it,. When the light won't give it up. You gotta feel it. When they force you down to sadness. You gotta feel it.
Well, it's gonna be really hard when we get to the end. It's gonna be really hard when we get to the end. Well, you love the start but really it's just to begin.
Well, every time they took me to the rise of your bed. You know what kind of doing at the top of your head. But all the little words that came down like a spider.
[Verse 1]. Good sex it never makes you feel hollow. Good sex it never makes you feel clean. Good sex its gonna get you with a fine line. Good sex its gonna die on the knees.
Cats and crafts, put you in a tiny box. That's filled with our victims. Who can't explain. How they love their moms. . And all the hands that retreat.
You can never really start from the start. The ending begins inside of the heart. The people, they love to remember your name. It's a hospital bed but it's all just the same.
Well, if you love what you are. Then you must try to solve. All the things you can leave. Through the minds and retrieve. . They say size doesn't count.
Tired of leaving. Temporary breathing. Backed out on the cocks. You backed out on the cocks. . They won't love you. Make sure they fuck you. Backed out on the cocks.
Pack the mornin up, it's gone away. Everybody here is wide awake. I'm addicted to your aging face. Little deaths and little lives replaced. . Seize the back-me-ups and climb the stairs.