Yeah. . This girl's tryin' to kill me. This girl's tryin' to kill me. She's my favorite piece of plastic held to my ear. . Where do I go?. I don't know.
You can never be the same to me. And you should never hide your shame from me. Cause you yeah you. Will always be the blame for me. That's a perfect creepy game for me.
Come along take a ride 'cross the sky for an hour. Leave your mind take your soul fill the hole with flowers. From the lake through the trees in the streets for the powder.