Three years is a long long time to fly standby And pillow talk from a cellular phone isn?t healthy And neither am I. I read your reply From your hand
Don?t fight the beat that keeps you steady, With no one left around to hear your melody, Would you sing it the same way? Your smile fades with every
*whistle* I've grown quite accustomed to the mess. To all the sleepless nights. Which I don't quite really remember. But whatever. It's all the same.
Hear me out, I don?t listen well Follow closely, while I help myself Im always a pleasures to be with, when the pleasures always mine So give me something
So hey man, check this out, downtown's a riot and something's spreadin through the crowd. Try channel 9, I'm pretty sure they're headed straight for
Distilling my spirit, 100-proof, one grain, one drop at a time. Eyes glazed and half shut; sweat and tears turn to salt and lime. If out of sight is
