You look nice alright and I like the way you nod after everything I say like it actually means something to you And I like your record collection Townes
People are like songs, it?s true Some seem dull at first but then they grow on you Me, I?m like ?Can?t get you out of my head? Annoying at times, but
There is a war in all the heads and there?s a war in mine as well and if I could explain it any better, I?m sure I would. We?re in a bus and it?s night
Party favours on the floor and a Half drunk bottle with a popcorn in it Yesterday's dress in a complete mess and a Bruise on my arm, I don't know where
25, 25 days. That?s too much, that?s too much! 25, 25 days. That?s too much, that?s too much! 25, until I get to see you 25, until I get to know if
I've been looking for you, baby Anywhere that I can find And I was searching for your sweet name Cause you never left my mind I've been on the Altavista
going to take the pain away January brought a headache In February, it got even worse And when you thought it couldn't get more awful Say hello to March
And suddenly, I don't feel fat anymore I don't count my blackheads as a hobby I don't count the marks on the wall And I don't sleep well at all There
I check my bed for bugs and spiders (though I don't really believe they're there) I check my head, it's getting tighter I want to stop, but I don't dare
They say It's coming on to christmas Hello Saferide, lot of candle in the christmas tree They say It's gonna be all parties and carols Well I disagree
Looking at old photos of Grandma's Grandma, Making a quick look-in after the kids. Hating school, I made my teacher in shop cry I am far too restless
Now, this will be the last bitter song It will be my last, real bitter song about you From now on, I'll write about flowers and butterflies Chickens
Hello Do you remember me I am your long lost pen pal It must have been ten years ago we last wrote I don't really know what happened I guess life came
What would you say if I asked of you - out of loneliness, out of loneliness What would you say if I asked of you - out of loneliness, out of loneliness
You call me up in the mornings We'll stay on the phone until dawning You tell me secrets I actually keep You call me up around noon and Bring me all the
he didn?t know that back then, did he! He didn?t know that back then. He went a bit rough on my poetry, said: there?s no chance in hell this will ever
You know, we could have had a daughter And we could have named her Anna And she would have been a sweetheart But with punk rock manners Could have supported
Mother, give me back my old room I won?t make a mess like I used to, I won?t play my records loud at nights, I?ll keep it quiet Mother, let me have my
