At least you're breathing At least you're alive As long as you're dreaming Everything's gonna be all right See everything's gonna be all right I'm all
handle this, roll off the mattress I'm trying to let you know that your not just another When you're under the covers, I'm under your thumb And your
And help save your generation No I don't want you to go You know we don?t want you to go Friend of mine stay alive don't you leave me here All alone
, plenty And the walls are bare Where your pictures hung But I can't call you up no more And no we can't just be friends But now it's time to let you
better at growing up And learning to lie There is no floor 13 There's not even a second story You've got one to tell and it?s sad as Hell Promise that
No one knows the secrets that you hide No one sees you cry Hey, Montana take your daughter back It's clear she needs your care These bustling streets
s hit the bong ba bong bong Feeling melodramatic and spastic She ain't made of west coast plastic And I lie awake with an aching Is it all in my head
the, layin' off the, smiling the trying Lay on me, lay on me, lay on me It's another day the way things go It's gonna go around again I know it I'm
Quit looking at the clock, it'll only bring me down And it won't bring you here If I pulled out all the stops and a little less of my hair Could I bring
When all is said and done and dead Does he love you the way that I do? Breathing in lightning, tonight's for fighting I feel the hurt so physical Think
Its another year Ringing in my head All the things, you've said All the things, you've done I wish I could compromise But there's only one way to go
glad to take one on the chin Baby, as long as I've got your attention Save me, stop sneakin' pain into my cranium Blame me, let me out from underneath your
t handle this, roll off the mattress I'm trying to let you know that your not just another When you're under the covers I'm under your thumb And your
Are you feelin that your on the brink Of spilling some rand in the sink It wasn't the easiest year No I don't want you to go Are the memories too hard
from keepin you down Ringing in my head All the things you've said All the things you've done I wish I could compromise but there's only one way to go
Your really gone, girlfriend The dryers on, I'm in And I'm alone for the first time (I walk away now [x2]) You love to suck good friend Where's the pair
There's a plastic toy four door in the cereal box and He's licking off the sugar off the breakfast if chumps Promise that forever we will never get better
s wrong If she's hit the bong ba bong bong Feeling melodramatic and spastic She ain't made of West Coast plastic, I lie awake with an aching, Is it all
