Letras:
Bomb The Music Industry Get Warmer

the bullshit of leaving today. I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself. But it never seems to get warmer. No matter how far south you go. It'll get

met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM. They said, "From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here." We had to unpack things just to get

our driveways, I'm glistening but I know that some day I won't even break a sweat. And it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better. R-I-

about my friends. Every night I spend with you I get increasingly sick and I stop thinking quick and I act like a dick like a dick like a dick. Get

days. You show up early and your boss always shows up late. "Later, suckers," you'll say. And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back. If you move on your music

just need something to do to get the past out of my head. And stop replaying shit I've said. Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through

I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs, paid for gas, like, the whole way down here, electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table, almost