(Instrumental)
This will be the last time that you?ll ever see me blink I?m over breaking bottles, broken hearts and rusty ink I think it?s cause I?m thinking that
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!
Writing poetry to instrumentals expressing sentimental mental images this lyricist's mission is to send MCs in hissy fits with my mystic lyric whips
(Female voice on the phone) hey, um its me again please call me when you get this i just need to make sure you got home. ok, bye (repeats over and
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
Alright Alphabet Alphabets are amazing Astonishing aspiring and always aging Agreeable accents accompany Awful answers Aphrodite?s antitheist And
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
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
Limb separation bone isolation. Nothing to do but to decapitate these words Oh yeah Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent Eating the last of the words
we?re from Some will notice some wont Some care but most don?t We know how it goes But we defiantly don?t. Yeah, and its true We?re shallow and scared
It's calling at the walls in my tiny apartment. Trying to make sense of my life and then it started, Something felt weird and my heart was beating open
Let me start this from the end to beginning that way the story has a happy ending. Some details I can't remember but I know it all ends in late December
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 write And I know my alphabets
One day we?ll find those verbs and nouns And we?ll gun run all these fucking clowns. Blink six more times And now you know why this song ends with
I hope my insides pull apart I got some sorting I need to do Yeah my friends tell me to say yes I guess ill try my very best Yeah. This city won?t suck
