I wish I had something new to tell you.. I wish I could say anything at all. To make you go away (please don't leave.) I know I fucked it up and I'll keep fucking up It's easier to fuck it up than to break my balls by keeping up... The same old shit served up brand new Spastic fits just like a glove. Here's another rhyme for you Love Song for the Unloved. Broken-hearted misery Set to a 4/4 beat. Dance away to my failed passions. I can only drag my feet. And when it rains, it pours like molten lead. Aw hell, it pisses down my aching, Throbbing head. I'm bitter and I'm burned and I ain't feeling too good. But I'll get by or didn't you fucking think I could? I suppose I could say I'm sorry Or tell you that I adore you Even more than anyone I ever adored, anyone before. I could clutch at straws, I could find a clause, Or I could say goodnight... I'll tell you anything I Think you want to hear. Too little, way too late. I think we've made that pretty clear. So I'll sing my sad sack tale To the stupid and sublime. They may not like it, but hell, It's my fucking dime.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
