Testi:
Fight Like Lions

is my first time to crash-land My throat into the stomach it sinks like cold quicksand And if I could get just the slightest kiss Then the nights we want are the nights like

I heard my own voice praise The wrong kind of long awkward pause that I hate You got me all wrong kid A true line that you didn't know what it did To

I'm scared to say I died today When you wrote me There were smiles in my sleep There are X's in this room And on my hands I'd wash away Both of them,

feel the touch before we get home Somebody call the Surgeon General I need a warning on my forehead Because these thoughts are the cyanide in a cigarette I control them like

Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?

wreck with such intellect? If bad ink was stock; you?d be worth a hell of a lot I started my dark past tonight The one you keep from the ones you like

So listen up, this will only take a second Too bad I was your first; lovely and helpless You only hook me when single and looking I?m not gonna get it

gonna go easy? Or go home with me, go home Justice, just this once I want to see it when it happens Stitch it up and switch it up until you Get called ?my pretty? just like

We are off like timing to say I never liked you anyway So take these pictures and run With too much God-damned makeup on Sing songs that might remind