. So bad for you. The naughty what nots for you. A deep soft spot for you. I wasn't sure how I should tell you, and all my other ideas fell through. This
the road and you ignite. Just add Pabst and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends
Holy Shit, I think we've gone too far to turn back now. There's no thread to mend this tear, so now your face just turns to stone. I've gotta let it
Know what you fucking get? Molotov cocktail, thats what you fucking get
say for me to know it, you don't have to draw. As the evening rolled, we finally wiped the smiles from our faces. It wasn't as hard as we'd thought all
Count me in, before you kick me out. We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else
Here it is I hide, independently confined to this Half Friend Town. Prisoner where I reside, cower from the Gainesville eye. Welcome to Half Friend Town
And so again, my friends we've taken this conversation to its bitter end. I need to cut my tongue, before it cuts us down. We spit them out like spears
Ruffian, bear your scar. So you came to prove your might, and it's such a brutal sight. Jab right, left, uppercut... and on your face is pure delight
You like your coffee black, your neighborhood white, your lights are out at nine o' clock at night. Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
t you have more to shout about? Is that what made us friends? Is that what made me okay? Is that all there was to me? Back. And its a shame we view this as
what is not It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden The foreign sun, it squints upon A bed that is never mine As friends and other strangers From
what is not It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden The foreign sun, it squints upon A bed that is never mine As friends and other strangers From
tomorrows And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows For my distractions the books of paper that i scrawl in I'm eloquent as summer
what's not It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden The foreign sun it squints upon a bed that is never mine As friends and others, strangers from
gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other
to our friends, the elements? Like a box of paints that are mixed to make every shade They either combine to make a chemical compound Or stand alone as
we've found more hate to send Some other past time we found some way To see thee others flaws as small and still forgive other's mistakes We had no time
