this world could have been so many things and so could I is this resignation right? don't show my teeth, don't call that phone a mechanical fantasy come to life bright pink, again and again riding his bike in the rain long coat flowing out behind him and you sing ‘I think I'll move back to the country’ well you won't, you'll get a job at the mall and maybe I won't get a job at all I like to think it could bring me back if I lie facedown on the couch for long enough spaced out, pumped full of dilaudid again I could still feel as much as I like to think I used to feel then but in truth I never felt that much and it's just the first twenty five or so spring days of the year that bring me back there now and then it's goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
