I'll never be the comfort You lost when you were nine or so I can't fill those big of holes But you knew that about me I never want to wake up Livin' your fake memory I want to wake up in your bed Fucking scared Pushing through the bullshit And working up the nerve to speak I'll never fix your car Or find you another dead end job So lets lay on this carpeted floor And draw with crayonsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
