home I call it linoleum floors a rotting wood porch and kids singing to 80s pop songs I sleep in my clothes and dream pretty terrible things I wish I could dream of you but it gets harder each night I barter your light for lust
sleep for most of the day if I can I'd rather not go and dance because you're always too close you step on my toes I can't think of a way to say no or think of thinking of those ways why would I want to get up I'd probably fuck up some more
home never seemed so sad kids never seemed so sad my dreams never seemed so sad you never seemed so sad
sleep never felt so good your dance never seemed so sad I can't but I wish I could some days I am so fucked upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
