Part of me died in your basement There's bits of me stuck in your carpet And I wonder if you even noticed Me crawl out watching your lips move muted
From outside and on your ceiling
And you're out of tune Tell me did you even practice ‘Cause this ain't nothing new At least fucking practice
I'll play, I'll wait, it's late, too late, now it's gone I'll play, I'll wait, it's late, too late, now it's gone I'll play, I'll wait, it's late, too late, now it's gone I'll play, I'll wait, it's late, too late, now it's goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
