Lovely lovely in your jeans, frenzy another movie that I didn't watch with you another movie and I'm gonna have to move
That final terror is in your house somewhere Hiding in boxes, behind closed doorways Out from the forest adjacent to your garage I've seen its marks at the corners of your eyes
Nothing works Nothing works for everyone Good stories are bad lives Good stories are bad lives
Take your hands off your neck and hold On to the ghost of my body You know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old Don't think it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything I say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other
Such a good idea If it turns you on We have breakdowns And sometimes we don't have breakdowns
I want to hear you going psycho If you're going psycho I wanna hear Every conversation just ends with you screaming Not even words, just ahh-ahh-ahh
Take my hands off your neck and hold On to the ghost of your body I know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old What if it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything you say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other
Don't worry You and me won't be alone no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
