You say, I only hear what I want to And you say, I talk so all the time, so And I thought what I felt was simple And I thought that I don't belong And
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore? Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore? Do you sleep anymore? Do you take plight on my tongue like lead
I've been sleeping on half of my bed lately Thinking about what you said to me You're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning, oh Lisa
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide. Shabby tried to comb her
She can't tell me that All of the love songs have been written 'Cause she's never been in love With you before Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood
My friend's got a bruise on his leg A bruise on his leg every time you speak My friend's got a bruise on his leg Where I press my knee every time you
Waiting for Wednesday, my stomach doesn't hurt enough Pain always is the sign Waiting for Wednesday, no proof of mine exists So l don't have to take it
When all the stars were falling I reached up like you said All the stars were falling One hit me in the head And I fell down, down, down I fell down,
It's a bad day It's a train ride It's a bad day You're my medicine It's a snow day It's a full moon It's a snow day When'd you get down to my bones?
I see the lights move on the ceiling And I see the stars up in the lights I see the moonbeams on your forehead there And I think about the garden of delights
Skeleton boy by the side of the road He warned me, he told me, he said ?There?s this woman, she?s a hurricane She will heal your heart up she is hurrying
Sorry sir, I stole your money Sorry sir, I feel but it's so So twisted, so unreal It was what I'd heard of and what I didn't have But I cannot give what
I want to be by myself, sometimes I do. I don't want to be left behind, but sometimes I'm left by you. I press my tongue to the top of my mouth, Cause
Skeleton boy by the side of the road. He warned me, he told me; He said, "There's this woman, she's a hurricane, She will heal your heart up, and she
Sorry sir, I stole your money, Sorry sir, I feel, but it's so, so twisted, So unreal. It was what I'd heard of And what I didn't have, But I cannot give
I see the lights move on the ceiling. And I see the stars up in the lights. I see the moonbeams on your forehead there, And I think about the Garden
