This bed is so hot, I cannot get the covers off. They stick to me like leather seats in cars at eighty thousand degrees. Did you leave somethin? behind
This bed is so hot, I cannot get the covers off. They stick to me like leather seats in cars at 80,000 degrees. Did you leave something behind? It looked
I?ve gotten used to being introduced. ?Hello. What?s your name? How are you?? They see my smile, my laugh, and the hurt behind my eyes. Loss is not so
Well the way you pulled the fuzzies from my sweater, Doesn?t make up for the times you let me sink into the floor. And the lies you told to make me feel
It?s nice to know where I stand. Even though it didn?t turn out as I planned. It?s more annoying than anything, To be the one who is wondering, We were
Well it?s close to home by plot or block. I hate the bad and I hate the not. This loss of a life is killing me, Affecting un-expectantly. But what?s
My ear can't hold a pencil And my mind can't keep a thought And my arms aren't nearly strong enough To hold the shit I've got But stop feeling sorry
Years went by, and we got older Remember the days when gas was sold For 1.50 a gallon, oh how things have changed Like those stylish fads And the look
I'm lying here on the floor just like the man on the yellow cone I guess the floor was wet so I'm cold and I'm all alone 'cuz I was running down the stairs
Shirts brand new but my pants are old And that?s probably why I?m really cold. But I?m sweating through my undershirt. A little breeze, it wouldn?t hurt
Give me a break with this heart ache. I doubt it will make it through till tomorrow. It's bogged down with sorrow and guilt and it's built, On these stilts
Im a peeping Tom I shamelessly watch the windows next to me When its dark outside theres no where they can safely hide I can see you when you get ready
Well there?s only one clock In this room and it?s broken. Well there?s only one heart In this room and it?s stuck at one o?clock. Well there?s one more
Difference of opinions keep us apart, But that wont take you out of my heart, I think that you're funny and I think that you're smart, And I think it'
This weeks news I have a new crush third this month so it doesn't mean much, Leave me alone 'cause I can't control my hormones, my head, oh my head,
Walk into the Dollar Tree, empty handed, pockets full of cash. What else can we buy but a samurai sword and a phony gas mask? 21 dollars later and you
I down cups of sludge And stay up forever 'Cause I'm too afraid of what happens When I fall asleep Can't drift away If you keep on holding tight Trust
