I've run out of reasons to pay. Cause' I know you care And I've grown so tired of not being there. And I know you care So I'm cutting off familiar happenings
But I've run out of reasons to pay. Cause' I know you care And I've grown so tired of not being there. And I know you care So I'm cutting off familiar
trade your spirit for some crass, whack wage Something small, something simple as a pass back stage But now I lay me, down to creep And I - pray the Lord
trade your spirit for some crass, whack wage Somethin' small, somethin' simple as a pass back stage But now I lay me, down to creep And I pray the Lord
Well I know my anger is not politically cool But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play, Dear God have mercy we're liven
cornered Teddy Ruxpin and smashed his story tape And put Guns N'Roses in And watched him sing along to Appetite of Destruction Yeah he knew every word I
me I guess I'm scared to death but Oh I just love you Oh I just love you Telling my friends, "I gotta go" That I need rest But I'm running for the phone I
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November I don't know when I'll talk to you I guess
We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from
the first time And you I'm missing you I don't want to I'll be missing you I'm missing you I don't want to I'll be missing you I'm missing you I don
friends are standing by waving greedy goodbyes I've got nothing now that I want to say You wouldn't talk back anyway And you know we won't do what you
to let you down I'd rather let you fall apart And so you back off A bit less obvious Oh you forgot I called Don't take it personal personal honey I know
up but I'll only stay full for a while And wisdom's only shown me that my loneliness is all my fault And it's all my fault And I don't know What I have
memory that I made it never really goes the way I planned it to I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that don't I love your face the way
celebrating malignance: "Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents" You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling I'm a passed
While I just sit and stare at you Because I don't want to know I didn't want to know I just didn't want to know I just didn't want Mistook the nods
