to a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me
No more I don't need a job and I don't need no friends People bore me to the end I wish that I were dead All this stench that fills the air reminds me
s on the streets, it's in the news, it makes me sick, it looks like you Everywhere I look and everything I see reminds me of the things you try to do to me
a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me
on the streets, it's in the news, it makes me sick, it looks like you Everywhere I look and everything I see reminds me of the things you try to do to me
ma mon guardarci dentro...siamo fatti cosi, forse senza un motivo,ci perdiamo e ci troviamo nello spazio di un sorriso; dai non fingere con me sai che
He presses flesh Immersed within his frat-house scene With which he feels unsatisfied She wanders past And dissolves into her seperate world Her mind
make you see that we all want more than your superficial dreams we are most mysterious creatures to kill for what we believe we all want more so wrap your arms around me
Alice a tue son chat L?a etrangle sur le sofa Mathias a casse la tele Marre d?entendre son frere pleurer Severine attend qu?son mec revienne Mais putain
we spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. it's so appropriate: the way we amplify the
it seemed: a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be). I must admist I was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly
sink into the ground. all static, no noise: turn the radio down. those bandwidth signals can't reach this far. don't go holding out on me now (i thought
this won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start. I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up to
I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. I'd squeeze a heart
you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses
hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew. misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me
last night I dreamt that I was you. I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. such a pose I could simply not hold through days in a
