You're like kissing lipstick You're pasty, warm and dry You're boring, you bore me You're such a boring guy At first, I kinda liked it The way it oozed
, I'm all right. Am I all right? It's mine, all mine. Tu-ra lu-ra Cut-out, you're a doll. You're cut out to fit right in. And you fit right in.
that you die soon, pray to any God you believe in" One day, Job screamed back "Those people, they had families Their families don't have them, you're
There is a love Doesn't flower, doesn't die, doesn't follow Doesn't try, doesn't worry, doesn't cry I know why Bare in her innocence Bare in her mystery
Never won a medal for bravery Never won a medal for tact Never thought 'the truth' would enslave me turn me into something too close to a liar I'm joining
The best and the worst of me at the same time Make a tin cans with strings to you, let you know I really mean it all And the more I say it the more I
I'm finding out Finding hard of finding out You're a liar, you're a liar again You're a liar again No, never said enough You're a liar again You're
I used to think, "I've never been through it, the deaths and stuff that make us old enough." Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know. We
It wore him down; his head was hanging sideways, his lids were slits. This happened almost nightly now. He raised the gloves and waited for another round
