She's crazy and shit She shows off her tits She's just a corn-fed white-bred chick Born in her own zip code She comes with a cool car She'll never have
This couldn't get any better She didn't get it so fuck her I'll never be any saner I'm a born entertainer Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah
Don't you see I'm the one for you, you're the one for me Don't you see The love I've got is the love you need Don't you see I'm all dressed up To be
( Next message ) Disconnected, it's the way that I wanted it to be The cult electric is my favorite record of the week 'Cause I'm not feeling sweet
Weren't you the pilot who fell from the skies Was it a big mistake or just plain homicide How does it feel on the other side Do you hang out with the
Can I help it if I'm not neat If there were creeps before you How can I help you if I am weak? If I don't know how to help me But I love you, I love
I dont believe what he said I can go anywhere I can hold my head up I can breathe in the air I'm not officially dead I still have a heart I'm not officially
Don't thank me for what you got I've given you love, I've given you too much thought Don't blame me for sinking the ship You're a hopeless liar and a
Last night I dreamt you were gay It was all you needed to say Finally an answer for why you dont want me that way Last year I slept in your arms Slept
I used to know her I used to talk about her Waiting for the day that she would listen I used to know her I used to stick up for her Something in her
I am not the same as before And I don't feel that way anymore Anymore, anymore No I am not the same person
I know you've got my back From the way you plan your next attack I know you've placed your bets By the way you like to watch me sweat If I could have
Roll the dice Now I wipes the tears from the skies Play your hand How I love my Marlboro man Say your prayers 'Cause you've got enemies everywhere
( next message ) Disconnected, it's the way that I wanted it to be The cult electric is my favorite record of the week 'cause I'm not feeling sweet
This couldn't get any better She didn't get it, so fuck her I'll never be any saner I'm a born entertainer Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
How can I help it If I'm not neat If there were creeps before you? How can I help you If I am weak If I don't know how to help me? But I love you, I
