tryna get a good look at his face push the hair out of my eyes keep them open til they're dried out next stop is the one i've waited for we go under the floorboards i swear i've never been before i was tryna really play it cool spilled hot coffee on the page and i never got his name tryna take a whiff i waft the trace got a battered broken frame keeping safe a pile of waste
take the minutes and i'm sworn in turn an hour glass around and i'm still on the couch fuck ready to fight? turn the lights out fuck where are my eyes? i try to feel around she tells me to stare straight and cut the jaw hacksaw her in half we're cooking raw handstand on the bed with a dozen friends i wonder if i'll ever see the tv static again why am i sick in the morning? i slept just fine i know it's good it's as it should be but why am i sick in the morning? why can't the nights seem to drown it out no sudden movements spend the weekend on the couch
back on my bullshit again hard work at fast pace then i'm strung out for days we go under the floorboards sounds better down there there's just something in the air i was tryna really play it cool standing in the same place took a hit below the waistTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
