Can we take the next hour and talk about me? Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me
Can we please take this hour and talk about me? And my hatred for corporate magazines You know they don't speak to me The irony is they won't speak with me
I placed you on a window sill Cut notches up and down the door My surprise I woke up one morning In bed in your place lay a note
It read, "Baby, Your love, it just ain't good enough. I found sunlight 6 hours away. You watered me down 'til I drifted abound Somewhere far from your shade."
Now I shadow my former self Once whole and now only a chest full of holes red wax, it paints me unclear When the big hand strikes 12, I disappear
And the angels are fake and they'll lie to your face Anything to keep you away You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
It's time I accept the fact that you on your back It has buried the past Can we please take this hour and talk about me? Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me
Can we please take this hour and talk about me? And my hatred for corporate magazines You know they don't speak to me The irony is they won't speak with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
