His destiny was just too big to spend. So he broke it into smaller bills and change. By the time he'd try to buy the things he needed. He had spent it all on Lucy's and weed and.
The sellers of flowers buy up old roses. They pull off dead petals, like old heads of lettuce. And sell 'em as new ones, for cheaper and fairer. But they die by the morning, so who is the winner.
I must've lived a thousand times. But every day begins the same. 'Cause there's a small town in my mind. How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me?.
You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first. I loved you first. Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth. I have to go. I have to go. . Your hair was long.