Beautiful girl what makes your heart go tick? You're forever away but who gives a shit? We were only three years younger. Crazy for each other. Tonight
I had a plan and things to say. I pushed you in a telephone booth and that was where I kissed you. When it feels like the world is breaking down, and
can always come back to haunt me and try and break my bones. I can't believe this is happening to me as I whisper softly, as I whisper "You're only Flesh and
I'm a little down this time of year. Suppose I could stand up and face my fears but I'll just bleed out right here on the floor instead. In my head all
last night that you and I were butterflies and everything was right, but then we said goodbye and I lost my sense of flight and you lost all your pigment and
got off to every single word that I said Take your ass back to Massachusetts and southern California because we don't want you anymore Wasted youth and
of you and Grand Avenue and the day that I met you. Those open skies turned ocean blue. You sang the song that made our love what it was and you
time we share and if so then I've come so unprepared I wish that you could see me sprawled across this floor. All I need is a guitar and a heart to get
drunken, blackout nights and your cookie cutter life. You don't love me anymore and that was just a lie. I'm not good at lying and you know that thats the truth so come home and
year long If you offered up your hand I'd do my best to take it You've been gone oh so long Tonight could be the night we cast this shit aside And pretend
I'm so tired, you on my head. Whiskey'n mama, you shouldn't have said You wanted me to be your lover true, Then turn around and treats me just likes you
had has turned to a curse on you Yeah curse you All of the promises that never came true You're gonna get what is coming to you, that's true Ah, that's true
till we turn this mother out And apologize after, laughter, pain It's insane, we back in the same chapter again And it's sad, but it's true, when I'm
'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not having a phone Tired of not
you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it
my madness BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound Lyrics will leave em spell bound Clown now tired
and we was dumb but we had heart In the dark when we survived through the bad parts Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches And
, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
