im sick of crying over hearts
screaming for hips, & compresing my words against
your untouched lips;; that was a quick 7min makeout session
i think i'll take another...make it double luck.
i don't think i've been so serious lately...
so try me with your best lines,and see how many times you score home.
my hips hurts, you pulled them too close this time
you went to far, i don't know if i'm really his.
im drowing in my own pity river, practicing my
coarse lines for a long open window overseas at 12midnight, with a little bit of stagefright, but im sure i can deal. i can surely deal, im a sure deal
the only thing i love about you is your eyes
and the only thing i love and love is the lies
it's so stuckup, it sticks up for itself, but i
can't consider a friend in such, so im just a
black letter on the side of a bus ...
you made me believe i was the one, but i soon came to realize
i was not just that; im a better melody than you could ever listen to
you just haven't gotten enough sense to participate in 'fives.
i got 'baptized' in my pwn self pity, good luck with that one. i'll see you in a new heaven
