I need a piss, Wanna hate, Fuck it up, calm. My love, Each and me, Keep your teeth, wrong. You've lost me, You caused me You taught me a million
Don't hold yourself like that You'll hurt your knees I kissed your mouth and back But that's all I need Don't build your world around volcanoes melt
Among the afflictions, With which I've been marked, None so pretentious, no, And none quite so dark. I get the feeling you're bored with me, Not through
Well I don't know if I'm wrong Cause she's only just gone Here's to another relationship Bombed by excellent breed of gamete disease I'm sure when I'm
And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky
Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant
Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love Your face is all wet and your day was rough So do what you must do to find yourself Wear another shoe, paint my shelf
Silent night, broken night All is fallen when you take your flight I found some hate for you Just for show You found some love for me Thinking I'd go
What I want from you is empty your head They say be true, don't stay in your bed We do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless tree
I pack my suit in a bag I'm all dressed up for prague I'm all dressed up with you All dressed up for him too... Prepare myself for a war BeforeI even
Older chests reveal themselves Like a crack in a wall Starting small, and grow in time And we always seem to need the help Of someone else To mend that
My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my book
Should I speak? Should I bother shaking hands? Am I weak If I leave it as it stands? I've submerged And I've surfaced with the blame I guess I'm no good
I remember it well The first time that I saw Your head around the door 'Cause mine stopped working I remember it well There was wet in your hair I was
Well I've been here before Sat on the floor in a grey grey room Where I stay in all day I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food Desole, if someone
This has got to die This has got to stop This has got to lie down Someone else on top You can keep me pinned It's easier to tease But you can't paint
She lives with an orange tree The girl that does yoga She picks the dead ones from the ground When we come over And she gives I get Without giving anything
