She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker
Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh You got these little things that you've been running from You either love it or guess you
i put my feet in the soup oh oh oh yaa i lay a huge poop oh oh oh ya i take a moment to wipe it away oh oh oh ya i deny the fact that i am gay oh oh
I feel the salty waves come in I feel them crash against my skin And I smile as I respire Because I know they'll never win There's a haze above my TV
I've been feeling lonesome I'm down, don't know what to do I let you lie to me Plant seeds inside To see them grow Only to leave them to die I learned
I'm a disappearing act in poorly But if I ever get it right you'll miss me, solely Look like the cat had just ate the canary Coughing up feathers There
I'm just setting, I'm just setting a trap And I'm not pulling, no I'm not pulling for you, you're just pulling at me I'm not a betting man but this is
If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room we're taking over here So the gallanting Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching
Is there a heart inside the night? I can feel its final strike The beat goes dry and the spirit dies, oh I wanna dig this Tinseltown until it's six feet
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for A lone speaker
I can only hope its true enough That every little thing I do for love Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy of the worst things that i've done It
Lying there with a halo in her hair she cried There are feathers everywhere but it?s fine You do this all the time Crying now, through a rusted smile
I'm carving pumpkins, It's almost Halloween. All my friends are wondering what they're gonna be. The Monster Mash is playing. You're moving to the beat
This town just wasn't made for two But when the streets they call my name, what can I do? There's a place I'd like to visit there someday And if you decline
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words: "What
When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the sun found the moon She was drinking
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor Just for the attention 'Cause that's just ridiculously on Well, she sure is gonna get it, here's the setting
