I'm a killjoy even offstage I'm plastered memories of a sex stained flower on the wall of your room I need a view I need a few people around me think California bound we're turning blue and yellow we don't make a sound I've sunk into cold floors half naked and always stumbling
you are to me however you want to be
as long as we're machines (we will lose) we are just a dream (the unknown) no ordinary tease of another life come find we ought to be how we used to be a more human and extraordinary love
hush up that gypsy queen in the back of magazines crush the pills flip it over rip this oxy fuck altar boy sensitivity make it numb to learn we can't get far enough from nothings of dancing on the streets like we paved them ourselves and now we've learned to chase our liquor with disaster
palm readers never let you know palm readers never let you go we're all ribbon chasers without ribbons of our own under the watchful eye of a dirty bird my chemical companion can't you read my mind? you want some attention but I'm tired of it tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
