Is this what we really want Background music from a restaurant Spare me, it's doing in my head Drop dead gorgeous teen Singing pages from her diary So
I been drinking so much I can't sing straight I gotta hope that it's not too late To say the only thing that I've ever had Was here in my own two hands
Jonathan lives all on his own He can't have distractions in the home He stays locked in most days and nights Trying to create while the neighbors fight
Been away a long time Come home to ruination Smoke swirls in blue sky The mourning of a nation Stick around if I dare Or move out to the country But
I'm minutes away, I'm taking the next train Don't know what I was thinking I'm bringing you flowers, I'm making it up to you Don't know what I was thinking
I been looking for a girl who drinks and smokes Who takes a lot of work but can take a joke Where does this girl of mine hide herself away? Whoever she
One, two, three, four In every other song that I've heard lately Some fellow gets shot And his baby and his best friend both die with him As likely as
I'm on your back I've got no patience Defensive stance It's just frustration But it's no way to be That's no way to be That's no way to be You think
Come rolling into town Unaware of the power that you have over me And what am I to do with, 'Hello, how are you'? Nothing's ever said that should be
I've been on this road alone so long Traveling down this slippery slope alone No one's ever right where you are Looking back into your heart I can trace
I might be leaving soon Away with the new moon Just wanted to let you know In case you might be sorry to see me to go Yeah, I must be going now Train
I wanna be a huge star That hangs out in hotel bars I wanna wake up at noon In somebody else's room I wanna shine so bright it hurts I wanna be death
Hey now, that's enough out of you I get tired just watching your jaw move People that talk this much have nothing to say You're so up there, it brings
It's getting harder and harder to live with myself The things I do I'm getting weaker in mental and physical health The things I do And no one's coming
Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself : The morning is bright As ?Rapper?s Delight? Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering
I wish it was over I wish we were through I wish when my phone rang It wasn't always you I don't even like you Or can't you tell Whenever I'm sober I
What's this, what's this, am I happy or something? Oh shit, oh shit, am I happy or something? Is it you, is it me, is it us, is it we? Uh oh But yeah
Walking away I feel ashamed Thinking on what I've done She was naive and I was a sleaze Some things can't be undone Think again, don't give in This isn
