And it's sore, it's so Lost in your glorious violent streak A seemingly peachy thing Coming out from I don't where So unwise, as you are everytime A dirty joke you played on yourself, well played When a magnetic glow becomes all you know You'll find yourself later on covered in a guilt that lingers on Calling a hotline as if there's still time They say it's closed, but you stick around One of the low lives, one of the bad guys Would die in your arms too, as long as they could have you I can't be that guy; I rely on my own You can't be that guy; it's better if do this alone As the months lull by I can't help but think The same motel sign Is giving me everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
