I get back from touring. Suddenly it doesn't seem like. Much fun to be off my face. At a quarter to eleven am. . You're prangin' out, I see through you.
Some people live their lives by a little red book. The points for right lying out and guides them good. They never really mimic every word by eye. 'Cause if they did they'd be in a whole world of strife.
You probably don't wear your glasses. But you probably need them to read. And you probably value your downtime. And you probably don't get much sleep.
Your skin's in my mouth but I'm thinkin' about. Thousands of things that don't got your name. So, I'm distant and weird we stop and you're all ears. But how can I say.
I saw your haircut in a storefront:. The choppy sides and perfect bangs.. I loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones,. The blank expression on her face..
The bricks get laid and they get torn up. And laid again but the bricks always get torn up again. . Your friends won't wait so don't believe that shit.