Am I getting older? I'm loosing all my touch Falling for the ordinary, walking with a crutch Make a little false step and suddenly you're marked Lights
Thursday afternoon, I was bending every spoon Stopping all the clocks in Saskatoon My extraordinary mind It's everything I could ever want I tell you
Was not, was not, was not in the mood Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new Lost all of my curiosity Numbness is slowly infiltrating me. It's been
but not forgotten Empty fridges, dusty rooms and burning ashtrays Failing for you, taking every chance to prove it Got to worry see the things I cherish start
Making a bet and I feel that I should have known better Turning the pages so slow as I ever could Shot shot I need a shot of persuasion right now Let
I saw you coming in, you condescending smile I saw you standing there, you didn't care at all You never listened much, a lack of interest You came around
Let down with a sympathetic promise never to be seen again Got down for a fraction of a second Now I'm fine I don't care 'cause I never stood a chance
Looking across the room and I can't respire I got to get out so maybe I should set a fire Holding my tongue and waiting for the perfect reason It's hard
in his heart And they say everybody steals somebody's heart away And i got nothing more to say about it Nothing more than you would me Send me your flowers
I won?t take this chord from round my throat, and I can?t promise you won?t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. And they?re
So I'll just sit here, pretend to count the stars Just like we did on your dorm room floor Staring at the ceiling and knowing this couldn't get much
s hard to go, believe me, I don't want to leave you I'll be home for Arbor Day One more month is all it takes To set the may flowers in bloom To let
U double R-Y Shit crackin all night, gotta hear it all types I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh) While you stare in amazement, I'm hotter
I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute Your man is John Recoup, same as my climbing boot Blase blase blah, I'm not a star, I don't
Screw house to wrecking flows, to BET on videos Zig-zags and yellow bags, to Glad sacks and optimos Fist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'s Spitting flows
this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me What's left to see, is that boy R-E double D I'm a star sipping bar in the car, sitting
you how to do this son I rap for fun, and make niggaz look dumb How come I don't know, I was gifted with the flow I bust a flow for my lil' bro, before
there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with Five star