songs for tourists, some from friends they like the ones with weird instruments songs for people that i used to know they send me invites, but i never go an ode to heavy eyes, too much space too much time to think about this awful place
i got nothing to prove, i ain't nothing but molecules i'm doing nothing but wasting words, breaking my own rules so i've broken a heart or two, who's to say (?) who's to say i mean anything to anyone?
they're throwing coins in the case, i'm singing out your name but saying the truth outloud it just ain't the same we're crossing statelines, robbing rich food banks i tried to call you from a pay phone last night in some southern state an ode to a traveling band, who's home is the time it takes to get from gas stations to ends of interstates.
living in this sleeping bag, what city am i in? i've taken advantage, i miss my best friend so maybe i've taken you for granted maybe it's the mind frame i'm in none of it means anything if you're alone in the end.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
