Are you frightened by the weight you possess Or is this lie just weightlessness, and Smoggy twilight in L.A. I can't think of one real thing to say And you and me are walking in the canyons She forgets that we were friends I guess it all depends on your mood Why can't these meds be any damn good
And she said, Why can't you be like my water pick shower massager A sweet reliable machine And to tell the truth I don't feel less alone My water massager's the purest love I've ever known Why can't you be, like when I was thirteen
He said Why can't you be Like an art house foreign movie Frank and sexy, red balloons and ennui And aloof to me and Why can't you be, a little more of a mystery
Why can't you be The part of me that's missing Instead of leaving me for some other Say we're perfect for each other And I know we won't spend this life Alone
She said, Why can't you be Like an out sourced government contract I'm a fat cat getting away with anything Kicking some secret special powers Illumination rounds in showers
'Cause your tearing our hair out When we could have a bed of flowers And I said, Why can't you be Like the chicks out on the road Some girls are happy just to see me
Cause you got moxie and a broken nose You take em away from this prose Sometimes a blow job's not enough Why can't you play A little less rough
Why can't you be, the part of me that's missing Instead of leaving me for some other, say we're perfect for each other, and I know we won't go spend this life, alone.
Can we, just leave it be We could live our lives Separately Could you forget What happens to you, to you and me When we're dead And we'll be dead We'll have eternity And I will spend it all Missing you, missing you and me So while I'm alive I will always be Seeking you out, diggin' you out, wondering about How'd we go so far down And what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you and me
Why can't you be, someone looking a little deeper into me Like J.D. Salinger, Why do I challenge her In all the surface ways that you displease Why can't you be a little more at ease, well
Why can't you be, like a hand rolled cigarette I'm not joking This masochistic, self-pity of smoking And this silly ditty I keep provoking you To leave me
And she said, Why can't you be like a candle I can snuff You're still a diamond in the rough And I swear to god I've had enough How can I Call your bluff Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
