It's slowly maintaining now I tried to bring it back, but it's over somehow The static is silent, so I hear you're stable now Tired of progress, but only
Overly enthused, easily confused. Do you really even have to ask, why you feel so, why you feel so used? Common obligations, common complications. She
I'm a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall In the middle of a hall in Barcelona Trying to figure out how to get down 'Cause this solitude is bringing me
And two broken hearts Night after night we are falling apart Now it's two broken bottles And four empty hearts Decompression Depression period Decompression Depression period Decompression Depression period Decompression Depression period
time for explanation points is over? Could it be the time for truths in semi colons? Just question marks and periods, period my friend No question marks, period
Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Killed my hopes (Revenge!) Called me names (Revenge!) Broke my jaw (Revenge!) It's always the same (Revenge!) Nobody
Never read Proust Seems a little too long Never used the hammer Without somehow using it wrong I've got time on my hands That I can't wash off I'm guzzling
(m - kusch) This song is instrumental.
let me tell you about the love i have cause it's growing by the moment and i'd murder you to hold his hand see i don't even know this boy but i want
walk & search at the same time In the end every one has a conclusion just that after (step &) breaking the glass slippers your little prince run to where Butterflies' roses maybe still stay behind the Cambrian Period
Let me tell you about the love I have, 'Cause it's growing by the moment, and I'd murder you to hold his hand. See I don't even know this boy, but I
I remember when I first laid eyes on you My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say hi When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line You
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way I sat there for an inspiring artist Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle Diggin' graves
I love that how she breathes booze in the mornin' Man, it's so sexy how she can't remember last night I made a fatal mistake letting her drink again Well
See here's the thing We have to take off those clothes We have to party all night And we have to take off those clothes To have a good time Oh no Excuse
Fame, fourtune, platinum records. Its evey boys dream. True story. Somebody asked me one time. Travie, you high. You look high. Shit, Yeah Im high.
This is not novelty This is nothing delicate This is the result of some people's search for something relevant Stake claim immediately Cause hot products
