And give me a taste of
What you have to inspire
You blew it, Retired
Cause every night your plans just end up the same
Hungryman dinner in bed
While you think of all the things that you said
Got a life, she’s hang’n from a thread
Now I hate that I’m still so obsessed
It’s the same joke every time
God Damn, now I should write my own book
I Could tell you how the future could be
your either dying or your here with me
that a lifetime guarantee
What’s that, a Lab rat, a Zodiac,
Engines running off bunnies with their drums attached
Close calls that seem to have no escape
Well someones got to wait in line
the Infatuation of a mirror thats blind
given tasks so you better ask why
oh why, now whats this feeling
buckets full of mysteries with muddled up reasons
alone at home with a box of wheat thins
3 25 for the bus I’m leaving
I had a heart, I say what I see
Its the same joke every time
it’s a product of our own design
But I guess its never mind
I’ve got a ways to go
talk about life just to start the show
Ring along a tractor that can help me sew
Talk about a bitch that that I hardly know
I can wear it out
A chip on my shoulder is what i’m about
left alone damage is the only route
I know
well
Placement figures
Lapdance triggers
Cue the only kid who I thought had fingers
Frame this picture, here is dinner
Gotta take a break cause I always miss her
try, me, tease me
Love me, please me
I don’t think it could be more easy
While your angry, I’ll watch tv
and Repeat all the things that I know seem empty
It’s the same joke every
Its the same joke every night
I guess its just all in your mind
Serotonin that could fill up your spine
And I bet you that’ll feel nice
Put on your make up And give me a taste of What you have to inspire You blew it, Retired Cause every night your plans just end up the same Hungryman dinner in bed While you think of all the things that you said Got a life, she’s hang’n from a thread Now I hate that I’m still so obsessed It’s the same joke every time God Damn, now I should write my own book I Could tell you how the future could be your either dying or your here with me that a lifetime guarantee What’s that, a Lab rat, a Zodiac, Engines running off bunnies with their drums attached Close calls that seem to have no escape Well someones got to wait in line the Infatuation of a mirror thats blind given tasks so you better ask why oh why, now whats this feeling buckets full of mysteries with muddled up reasons alone at home with a box of wheat thins 3 25 for the bus I’m leaving I had a heart, I say what I see Its the same joke every time it’s a product of our own design But I guess its never mind I’ve got a ways to go talk about life just to start the show Ring along a tractor that can help me sew Talk about a bitch that that I hardly know I can wear it out A chip on my shoulder is what i’m about left alone damage is the only route I know well Placement figures Lapdance triggers Cue the only kid who I thought had fingers Frame this picture, here is dinner Gotta take a break cause I always miss her try, me, tease me Love me, please me I don’t think it could be more easy While your angry, I’ll watch tv and Repeat all the things that I know seem empty It’s the same joke every Its the same joke every night I guess its just all in your mind Serotonin that could fill up your spine And I bet you that’ll feel nice Explain Request ×
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