St. Joe, trade-in I don't want this life There's too much gold, and not enough bad guys So won't you talk to St. Pete and see what he can do for me Because
14 to 41 Start blind, end up dumb You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41 Gonna leave it all behind and not say sorry Yea, you are always right So
My fortunate friend, you won another lottery just send in those numbers ha ha and you always do $15,000 from the sky almost $15,000 almost mine all these
So long, bye bye Sad, but in a way it feels nice I understand I wouldn't have stayed either, believer You're truly through with me But it's all right
You're always almost gettin busted and whatever you did wrong is something big You're always almost getting branded and thrown out At least that's
This is where those movies make their money It doesn't hurt, it's more like being thirsty In lonel airport waves and drugged-up, dimlit raves This
What was it about those lies? You let me know, now I know If I could just cry you underwater It's not so much when now as finding the right way
I'm happy as the candle on my table that lights my words Deserving at least half the credit for give me the chance to edit trickle down articulate
I'm thinking over it I think too much It hinders my spirit when there's never enough Shell-game sleight of hand To wish for something more Honest husbands
Am I ready? I'm not ready Am I ready? Save me Wait I want you to Know that I don't want to be your whore I know that I'm supposed to Feel good But I don
turn back into the world oh the rain fell five minutes late, belle, only worse back in the rain running around black in the fire back in the world
If you have just one, let me be that love If you have lots of others, please let me be please let me be one let me be one If you like undressing, please
Some days I feel affected and then it all disapears rain and clouds above my head and then it all disapears Chorus:i'd understand it if i could grab
Katie" I said, "I think I'm gonna marry you." and she said, "Are you asking me, or are you telling me?" "I'm asking you". "Well go ahead and ask me
how could I be happy on a day like today when i can't even breathe i should put myself away and run how could i feel lucky gettin' what i just received
And every couple of months you die In every answer a dozen lies You're feeling better and readytime And every couple of months you die a lot of waiting
I pretend these lights are on for free I clean up for rewards I share the parts of myself that taste good and hide the rot I nibble on alone in times
And every couple of months you die And every answer a dozen lies I'm feeling better in ready time I never tried It always works It's hard to leave It'
