1) I see the face your making I hear the words you say You've got to have it your way hey hey so one by one you favor you put them on display your trophies
too hard to be what she wanted Trying to look like she's a loser Trying to act like all her dumb heroes Trying to be a trophy girlfriend who Could just
be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl, my trophy girl, girl, you can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl my trophy yeah yeah, yeah yeah my trophy girl, girl
Hold me up to the brightest light Where you've made me all but blind And your scheming fingertips Dance across my shoulder blades This evening's got me
Headhunters, headshrinkers and long distance runners Dust gathers on momentos, dust gathers on proud moments Young voices grow thick and old The cheers
I'm sorry that I'm not what you expected (it never works out) Need I ignore you now (NO..) I can't live facing these regrets I won't live without
It's your anger That bleeds off like bleach You know what I need? Do you kiss to speak? Let's keep it clean, yeah Here pretty, pretty girls will stay
Your mom tells you what the airs about Causing all this fuss and how its all about A million letters man A million little letters in my alphabet and
Oh, my god! Let's do this again Let's do this again, again, again, again, again! How come I can't stop kissing you? I can't stop kissing you Oh, man!
So I'm running down Fifth Avenue headed south. I'm going to get you that ring I've been thinking about. I hope that you will like it, I know that you
Everyday, I think to myself, "I must be dead," I must be dead and in hell. I think I'm dead! I'm dead to her. I'm dead to myself. A cutting intuition
Writing poetry to instrumentals expressing sentimental mental images this lyricist's mission is to send MCs in hissy fits with my mystic lyric whips
We'll cut an album right and if these critics want to fight I'll fight Even though I got my hands tied It makes my wrists so itchy and it's hard to
Those Are the Dead stars Those Are the Dead stars You said you'd drown in my words Pushed by the ink of my pen Those Are the dead stars He climbs to the
I said to the waitress, "hey, another coffee" refills are free, and i'm feeling pretty lonely the diner's kinda cold and a little bit empty just then
Like the doctors We wanted to fix your heart Well my baby and I dance in my kitchen My baby is like a doctor She cures me when I'm sick Well... And
Alright Alphabet Alphabets are amazing Astonishing aspiring and always aging Agreeable accents accompany Awful answers Aphrodite's antitheist And
Limb separation bone isolation. Nothing to do but to decapitate these words Oh yeah Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent Eating the last of the words