: Sleep with all the lights on. You're not so happy. You're not secure. You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone
: This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, and it is not alone fleeing
: On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling
: I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, And this bottle of beast Is taking me home I'm cuddling close To
: It is yet to be determined, but the air is thick, & my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, & I'm glad you're not a part of this, there are
: It's just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your
: When I'm back from the road then you're out on it and i'm tired of this distance and I believe it's over, it's over-rated. And this phone tag game
: So long sweet summer. I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you're gracefully falling
: Save up, until you've had it. Your purse gone, but you won't go on. Brought down with a force of nature. Breathing off my lung. It's not easy to like
: So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me that
: I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep
girl and she's mine all mine. She's my baby, she's quite a lady, she's my Swiss Army Girl. She's my baby, my handy-dandy lady, she's my Swiss Army Girl
Sleep with all the lights on You're not so happy You're not secure You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans But you're plastic just like everyone
So long sweet summer I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays So long sweet slumber I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away
When I'm back from the road And you're out on it And I'm tired of this distance And I believe it's over, it's over rated And this phone tag game is endless
It is yet to be determined But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn I'm missing home and I'm glad you're not a part of this There are parts of
It's just like you took contest Wear it like a label on your breast Don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies With your charm