Look around for a means to dissuade her attention. Can't remember the places and names that she mentions. My words are falling apart in spite of me.
Next phase, next craze, next nothing new. Got the pretty boy beat him up black and blue. Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two. Turned him into
Lately, Nothing passes lightly. A heavy hand is holding me down - A breeze is just an unfamiliar sound, to me. Just close the door, It's all coming back
You know you're too young for your age I feel kind of sorry for you Cause it's such a shame You won't be laughing when I'm dead Under stairs and no one
Tighten your tie boy You're something to die for But don't hold your breath now You're just killing time Tonight you can dream boy Imagine a whisper If
Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown Her gloroius intentions, a sea of doubt beneath her own It said "you're not the first to dream
Make you up. Take you out. Play it up to bring you down. Take the time to make this last. Spin the wheel. Watch it crash. Turn the dress to broken glass
We don't know what time we'll be there But we won't show up till later It will all look so much nicer After all of us arrive Promise me to pass the time
Best of cruel intentions Finding what they fail to mention No truth, all pretension Raise your hand to get attention You give it, we take it You build
And boys are so cold They speak without meaning The only time they talk is in their sleep And girls are a bore Their touch without feeling Their secrets
He watches her while she is sleeping He wonders if he could watch her forever He wants to know every secret she keeps He wants to know what it is that
Five glasses changed my mind. Seems like the ticking hands are taking their time. I guess I've been at home for longer than it takes to unwind, So slap
Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright Fear-cloaked renditions of that autumn night Digging up rumours of the kids in the park What awful things happened
Waiting, as I'm wanting to Speaking as I'm spoken to Changing to your point of view Fading as I follow you A boylish notion of false emotion These words
This story's missing a wishing well No mirror to show and tell No kiss that can break the spell I'm falling asleep Every Prince is a fantasy The witch
They're getting ugly They're a horror show And now we're laughing Because they'll never know That they have everything We give them all of our own And
It's getting late It all just wanes and pales and fades away If we just want it too much And what a shame If all there is is is all that's gone away There
