Our love was cut from a cardboard box so many have lived inside before us and the ones we raised and brought in from the rain they have grown and gone And I wanted to keep this alive but I couldn't help my drifting eyes and my mind became too open our family became broken and our things became yours or mine You have become a walking grave your bones buried inside your shape arrested by your fragile frame I thought it would be easier for us to stand on four legs like a dog would but I need to stand on two legs like a man would So don't let your hairs fall from you and don't let your skin loosen from you because I could not be what I thought I could Because all we thought we could change blew right up in my face so don't waste your mind on blame because I'm not quite what i thought I wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
