When he speaks to her Without looking at her You sing the driest of words With his mind on what's on the telly The rumors pass on As he staggers through
: When he speaks to her Without looking at her You sing the driest of words With his mind on what's on the telly The rumors pass on As he staggers through
a random on the west side Personality malfunction He says I can't give you anything at all Just a room with a bad view of you He sent a letter to a downstat
I got my head checked By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy
[Verse 1:] Cutters of the pie, throw your summers in the sky Collar-pop Jolly Roger die, motherfucker, die! Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion Snuck a
I'm gonna put on (Where were my friends to save me?) I blacked out I came to And it's all such a blur Had a blast, I assume But I'm really not sure
a day in history It's a day that has been contantly repeated for years and years A day no more or less significant than any other day It's only a blur
need a song [Chorus] What to do tell me what I gotta do I can't sustain now the way I'm missing you So I turn the radio up Looking for a melody But
again Our voices raised are flawed but freeing our souls so we can change and start again My life's a painting I've done blind With each brushstroke you'll watch me blur
something that reminds me of her I got so used to her that without her my mind is a blur She found somebody quick. I won't find another for a while She
first time I saw your face I thought of a song And quickly changed the tune The very first time I touched your skin I thought of a story And rushed to
a spaceship and take that trip. We kinda have a way with words. We even start a convo to get at her. Every other (shake that) becomes a blur. Be my mistress
got sick and so for the roses you put'em in a diary You sat and stared at a blur picture Now I Swear, dear it's not a love song I'm telling you this