Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget That I'll soon forget
Tell me again that part how you didn't feel a thing That part how you never actually really ever did And lift yourself from my grip But don't fall asleep
Nothing you say can or will ever penetrate These walls that I create When you spew that barage of insulting words
No that isn't all, that isn't all
Five stitches seal the crease From the fit fueled by your aching You're so temperamental darling With your little disease I'm happy for you baby, but I don't wanna knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
