Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take I got my stereo on ten, but i'm screaming connely's pain And i wanna make it louder, louder, louder To drown out the sound of the road under the tires
Yeah, i want, i want, i want it, want it x3 Yeah, i want, i want. i want, i want you
Don't tell me, tell me what i already know x4 (dress me up, mess me up, i'm ready to go)
Long sighs, sad eyes and twelve hour drices Ten minutes on the phone it never feels like enough But i want you to know that in philly it's ccole I'm sick with twenty-two days to go
Twenty-one days to go Twenty full days to go I count then down but they just get Longer, longer, longer, longer, longer
And all the hours, they stretch like all the miles They run together like the thoughts in my head While i try to remember the last words i said
Don't tell me, tell me what i already know x4 (dress me up, mess me up, i'm ready to go)
Don't tell me, tell me what i already know x4 Yeah, i want to, yeah, i want it to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
