love to think I'm alone (You're not alone in this world) Failure is plan B I guess I'll die here alone (You're not alone in this world) The first step
Underneath this desert sky, by chance that I'm still flying Bring me down, I'm not so high anymore I'm not gonna worry, not gonna change Want to lay and
would you laugh or would you smile and say say that the same thing's on the tip of your tongue for a minute of yesterday could you replace that with a
just below rainbow lasers through artificial haze and rock-n-roll in a wild winter storm, barely attached to the road underneath a futon bed, covered
you could be here next to me jump out this dream into 3D you could rest right beside me, lay your head turn around so you face me haven't seen you lately
Dear (insert your girlfriend's name here), did you ever notice the things that we said? Maybe it's just my mentality saying again Quick Step Maneuver
Discontent malevolent, irritated with no content, and you never even had the chance? Vicious pitfall headed your way because you never had to pay
I was lying in my own house when 2 friends of mine told me it was time to leave now. Boredom and apathy remain the same, but since then the game has
She says she doesn't like going out and I know why. It's not her mom, it's not her dad, I think it's me. Maybe I, maybe I'm completely wrong but I think
on the sand Laid amongst some sea glass and carrying on like children often do Then I bent down to pick you up And dance an imaginary ballroom step
I see them when they go To their hole museum See them eating on all fours Nostalgia rusting in Long forgot and never been Slippin' in and out of time
The baby can Talk to me In his hand He holds the future A broken key That fits tomorrow All welomce to new world city Just a friend A rotten kid Now
The boy is good, so good for you with sandy hair, and sandal shoes They call it good, Making no mistakes And dye it black, she's a TV man Pick him up
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Hanging from the thumbnail of the moon, loosen the tension Must be kind of unusual, not fair falling short of denial I'm tied up again, I'm tied upside
Looking under the washing machine I'm picking up our loveline Of dirtier change Maybe my old blue jeans I haven't worn in a year But deep in a pocket
I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got
Swing your head into motion Raise your arms to the sky Watch the clouds roll on by Enemies of wasted time Demolish everything Lose yourself and follow
