for you to come home. i'm happy alone, i like these four walls i'll sit by the phone, making sure that you don't call. i don't care at all, it only hurts
it to you. cashbox jukebox brain control. every song is perfect, and every face is perfect, impersonal and perfect. jesus h. christ take a look at us, the sum of all
it's not my fault, it wasn't up to you. christmas eve comes once a year and that will never do. your image started fading, i closed my eyes to see. tell
your best, you and the egg timer. you are my father, you were my mom and dad, i know you did your best you and the egg timer. see took all your money
hey bug are you tryin' to go to sleep? windows slam up, people slam up, radio slam up, are you tryin' to go to sleep?
your manners or you won't get served. "what's cooking?" it's up to her! hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the while.
i thought you could take me away for a minute, but now i know it was just that way for a minute. i told no lies, no alibis, our little love was real for
central fact i can't ignore-nobody's hands are clean. watch close, history shows the one familiar hell we know. birthright violence, cemetery silence, makes me sick and sorry for us all
cruel, the lies turn white. i called and couldn't reach you, i got too hung up. i'm a phase that you've outgrown, lying in the darkness all alone. you
both of my hands, they got the white knuckles from being in the dash. what if we get into an accident, and i don't have no cash, there's always whiplash
and the parts, got to keep it running another year or two. what does she say every time i drive away in her dad's old subaru? household appliances, all
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waiting for you to come home. i'm happy alone, i like these four walls i'll sit by the phone, making sure that you don't call. i don't care at all, it
did your best, you and the egg timer. you are my father, you were my mom and dad, i know you did your best you and the egg timer. see took all your money
feed. best bring your manners or you won't get served. "what's cooking?" it's up to her! hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the