d look finer with each day in hiding (oh yeah) Beneath the wormwood, oooh, love me so good. They won't hear us screw away the day. I'll make you say: (
myself. I ignored the sheep and shepherds on my way What could their small words say When they say them that way Bathed in sweat and feathered as a crow I laid a
go and take a picture of a life like that You are a human now I give up on you Look at you Pretty boy, funny face, down in a pond of glue You are in
. I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to help treat my extreme social anxiety problem. You are a FAKER! You are a FRAUD! You're living a LIE! You don
smell oxygen, precious. Bareback on your horse, gallop off course. Get off (Get off! Get off!)filled with fury's force. There's a fire in the peach pit, a
This song is called, "It's a metaphor, fool." Sixteen names on my list but none of them could ever get me hot like this. (YEAH!!!) Got your scars on
m a psycho! Woah! I'm a psycho! Woah! Don't you come near me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa!) Don't come close to me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa! ) Why don't you fear
Baby! You don't wanna make me cry or I will fill you with the emptiness inside. Okay! Alright! Baby! You don't wanna say goodbye or I will soak you
I wanna rob you of your game face so I can cower beneath your words. Cause I'm a freak from the same place let suicide make a meal for birds Into your
No more promises. I have made them before and broken them. Give me the ?go ahead? and I'll undress myself for you, If you?re at all interested now I
be your side again. Wrap me up in a plastic case. Pat me down with your warm embrace. I wanna know where you've laid your face at night for all these years. You're a
stood proud in the gallery with my open socket of a mouth for them to see. They all just laughed and said "That boy , he, that boy's got woe.(woe.) He
assume it?d be to hard for me to drive my foot between them. I would never risk the scratch just to prove to one or both of them a cat is just a cat
, like a virgin enthralled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. When I was too far gone to save her. Oh Lordy! The sun is coming up! A marshmallow
what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry? I have no taste. I don?t like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a
I am. When you leave for good this fall Ill be forgiven? And If you want roses Ill buy a bouquet. If that just won't cut it, well what can I say? You
remember we'd hitch up the mules When Saturday rolled around We'd always stop by Willies house and say "Do you'll need anything from town?" He'd say
Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do is just to satisfy you Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy